I saw in the night unbroken,

In the land the daylight shuns,

At their long tables oaken

The Sea-kings and the Huns.

Strong arms had they for smiting,

To them death only gave

More feasting and more fighting,

More plunder for the brave.

Scant use had they for pleaders,

They boasted of their war,

The pitiless bright-eyed leaders,

And their battle-god was Thor.

And "When this right hand falters,"

Quoth one, "the soul is fled;"

"And I made so many altars

Ruinous," this one said.

And lo! as they sat and vaunted

Across the mist of the years,

There came to them one that flaunted

The helm of the war-god's peers.

A little shape and a mightless,

And the strong men laughed and roared:

"Is our father Odin sightless

That bade him share the board?

"From what realms spoilt and plundered,

From what shrines burnt art come?

Has thine hand hewed and thundered

On the crosses of Christendom?"

And he said, "I too had legions,

I fouled where ye defiled,

I trod in the selfsame regions

And warred on woman and child.

"Tricked out in my shining armour

And riding behind my Huns,

I harried the priest and farmer,

I followed the smoking guns."

But the kings cried out and shouted

As they drained the sweetened mead:

"Was it thus that the Franks were routed,

When we made Europe bleed?

"This king with a leaden rattle

And death that comes from afar,

What pride hath he of the battle?

What lust to maim or mar?

"The loot and the red blood running

Were the only signs we saw;

But the gods that gave thee cunning

Have also given thee law."

And a Northman spake: "With seven

Fair churches when I died

I had paved my path to heaven;

Their pillage was my pride.

"I tore the saints from their niches

With the red hands of my rage;"

But what hast thou in thy ditches

To do with a craftless age?

"Thou hast felt no Viking's starkness;

Thou hast lost a Christian's throne."

And they drove him forth in the darkness

To find a place of his own.