# Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 8 1823/Valkyriur Song

The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 8, Pages 65 to 66
VALKYRIUR SONG.*
The Sea-King woke from the troubled sleep
 Of a vision-haunted night,
And he look'd from his bark o'er the gloomy deep,
 And counted the streaks of light;
 For the red sun's earliest ray
 Was to rouse his bands that day,
 To the stormy joy of fight!
But the dreams of rest were still on earth,
 And the silent stars on high,
And there waved not the smoke of one cabin-hearth
 'Midst the quiet of the sky;
 And along the twilight-bay
 In their sleep the hamlets lay,
 —For they knew not the Norse were nigh!
The Sea-King look'd o'er the tossing wave,
 He turn'd to the dusky shore,
And there seem’d, through the arch of a tide-worn cave,
 A gleam, as of snow, to pour.
 And forth, in watery light,
 Moved phantoms, dimly white,
 Which the garb of woman wore.
Slowly they moved to the billow-side,
 And the forms, as they grew more clear,
Seem'd each on a tall pale steed to ride,
 And a cloudy crest to rear,
 And to beckon with faint hand
 From the dark and rocky strand,
 And to point a gleaming spear!
Then a stillness on his spirit fell,
 Before th' unearthly train,
For he knew Valhalla's daughters well,
 The Choosers of the Slain!
 And a sudden-rising breeze
 Bore across the moaning seas
 To his car, their lofty strain.
"There are songs in Odin's Hall,
For the brave, ere night to fall!
Doth the great sun hide his ray?
—He must bring a wrathful day!
Sleeps the falchion in its sheath?
—Swords must do the work of death!
Regner! Sea-King! thee we call! —There is joy in Odin's Hall.
"At the feast and in the song
Thou shalt be remember'd long!
By the green Isles of the flood
Thou hast left thy track in blood!
On the earth and 'midst the sea,
There are those will speak of thee!
'Tis enough—the war-gods call!
—There is mead in Odin's Hall!
"Regner! tell thy fair-hair'd bride
She must slumber at thy side!
Tell the brother of thy breast*
Ev'n for him thy grave hath rest!
Tell the raven-steed which bore thee, When the wild-wolf fled before thee,
He, too, with his lord must fall!
—There is room in Odin's Hall!
"Lo! the mighty sun looks forth!
Arm! thou leader of the north!
Lo! the mists of twilight fly!
We must vanish, thou must die!
By the sword, and by the spear,
By the hand that knows not fear,
Sea-King! nobly shalt thou fall!
—There is joy in Odin's Hall!"
There was arming heard on land and wave,
 When afar the sunlight spread,
And the phantom-forms of the tide-worn cave
 With the twilight mists were fled.—
 But at eve, the kingly hand
 Of the battle-axe and brand
 Lay cold, on a pile of dead!F. H.
* ↑ * The Valkyriur, the Fatal Sisters, or Choosers of the Slain, in Northern Mythology.
* ↑ * When a northern chief fell gloriously in battle, his obsequies were honoured with all possible magnificence. His arms, gold and silver, war-horse, domestic attendants, and whatever else he held most dear, were placed with him on the pile. His dependents and friends frequently made it a point of honour to die with their leader, in order to attend on his shade in the palace of Odin. And lastly, his wife was generally consumed with him on the same pile.—Mallet's Northern Antiquities.