Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Wapentake

      To Alfred Tennyson 

Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;
  Not as a knight, who on the listed field
  Of tourney touched his adversary's shield
  In token of defiance, but in sign
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine,
  In English song; nor will I keep concealed,
  And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed,
  My admiration for thy verse divine.
Not of the howling dervishes of song,
  Who craze the brain with their delirious dance,
  Art thou, O sweet historian of the heart!
Therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong,
  To thee our love and our allegiance,
  For thy allegiance to the poet's art. 

1. Chaucer
2. Einar Tamberskelver
3. King Olaf’s War-Horns
4. The Skerry of Shrieks
5. Thora of Rimol

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