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His hair was yellow as hay,
But threads of a silvery gray

Gleamed in his tawny beard.

Hearty and hale was Othere,
His cheek had the color of oak;

With a kind of laugh in his speech,

Like the sea-tide on a beach,

As unto the King he spoke.

And Alfred, King of the Saxons,
Had a book upon his knees,

And wrote down the wondrous tale

Of him who was first to sail

Into the Arctic seas.

“So far I live to the northward,
No man lives north of me;

To the east are wild mountain-chains, .

And beyond them meres and plains;

To the westward all is sea.

“So far I live to the northward, From the harbor of Skeringes-hale,

If you only sailed by day,

With a fair wind all the way,

More than a month would you sail.

“I own six hundred reindeer,
With sheep and swine beside;

I have tribute from the Finns,

Whalebone and reindeer-skins,

And ropes of walrus-hide.

“I ploughed the land with horses,
But my heart was ill at ease,

For the old seafaring men

Came to me now and then,

With their sagas of the seas; —

“Of Iceland and of Greenland,
And the stormy Hebrides,

And the undiscovered deep; —
I could not eat nor sleep

For thinking of those seas.

“To the northward stretched the desert,
How far I fain would know;
So at last I sallied forth,
And three days sailed due north,
As far as the whale-ships go.

“To the west of me was the ocean,
To the right the desolate shore,

But I did not slacken sail

For the walrus or the whale,

Till after three days more.

“The days grew longer and longer,
Till they became as one,

And southward through the haze

I saw the sullen blaze

Of the red midnight sun.

“And then uprose before me,
Upon the water's edge,

The huge and haggard shape

Of that unknown North Cape,

Whose form is like a wedge.

“The sea was rough and stormy, The tempest howled and wailed,

And the sea-fog, like a ghost,

Haunted that dreary coast,
But onward still I sailed.

“Four days I steered to eastward, Four days without a night:

Round in a fiery ring

Went the great sun, O King,
With red and lurid light.”

Here Alfred, King of the Saxons,

Ceased writing for a while ;

And raised his eyes from his book, With a strange and puzzled look,

And an incredulous smile.

But Othere, the old sea-captain,
He neither paused nor stirred,

Till the King listened, and then

Once more took up his pen,

And wrote down every word.

“And now the land,” said Othere, “Bent southward suddenly,

And I followed the curving shore

And ever southward bore

Into a nameless sea.

“And there we hunted the walrus, The narwhale, and the seal;

Ha! 't was a noble game!

And like the lightning's flame

Flew our harpoons of steel.

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