Snorri Sturluson,
Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway
“ The guilty tremble as they spy The victor's fleet beneath the sky. "The sight surpasses far the tale, As glacing in the sun they sail; The king's ship glittering all with gold, And splendour there not to be told. Round Lister many a coal-black mast Of Canute's fleet is gliding past. And now through Eger sound they ride, Upon the gently heaving tide. "And all the sound is covered o'er With ships and sails, from shore to shore, A mighty king, a mighty host, Hiding the sea on Eger coast. ”
