Madison Julius Cawein,
The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 1…
“ For the Yule was upon them, the Yule, and the waesheils were shouted and roaredBy the Berserks, the eaters of fire, and the Jarls round the ponderous board. And huge on the hearth, that writhed, hissing, and bellied, an ingot of gold,The Yule-log, the half of an oak from the mountains, was royally rolled. And its warmth and its glory, that glared, smote red through the width of the hall,And burnished the boar-skins and bucklers and war-axes hung on the wall. ”
