Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Tales of a Wayside Inn — Part First…
(1863)
“ As King Olaf's ships came sailing Northward out of Drontheim haven To the mouth of Salten Fiord.Though the flying sea-spray drenches Fore and aft the rowers' benches, Not a single heart is craven Of the champions there on board.All without the Fiord was quiet But within it storm and riot, Such as on his Viking cruises Raud the Strong was wont to ride.And the sea through all its tide-ways Swept the reeling vessels sideways, As the leaves are swept through sluices, When the flood-gates open wide."'T is the warlock! 't is the demon Raud!" cried Sigurd to the seamen ”
