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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VI.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Now that is after my own heart,'<br>The Poet cried; 'one understands<br>Your swarthy hero Scanderbeg,<br>Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg,<br>And skilled in every warlike art,<br>Riding through his Albanian lands,<br>And following the auspicious star<br>That shone for him o'er Ak-Hissar.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Theologian added here<br>His word of praise not less sincere,<br>Although he ended with a jibe;<br>'The hero of romance and song<br>Was born,' he said, 'to right the wrong;<br>And I approve; but all the same<br>That bit of treason with the Scribe<br>Adds nothing to your hero's fame.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Student praised the good old times,<br>And liked the canter of the rhymes,<br>That had a hoofbeat in their sound;<br>But longed some further word to hear<br>Of the old chronicler Ben Meir,<br>And where his volume might he found.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The tall Musician walked the room<br>With folded arms and gleaming eyes,<br>As if he saw the Vikings rise,<br>Gigantic shadows in the gloom;<br>And much he talked of their emprise<br>And meteors seen in Northern skies,<br>And Heimdal's horn, and day of doom.<br>But the Sicilian laughed again;<br>'This is the time to laugh,' he said,<br>For the whole story he well knew<br>Was an invention of the Jew,<br>Spun from the cobwebs in his brain,<br>And of the same bright scarlet thread<br>As was the Tale of Kambalu.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Only the Landlord spake no word;<br>'T was doubtful whether he had heard<br>The tale at all, so full of care<br>Was he of his impending fate,<br>That, like the sword of Damocles,<br>Above his head hung blank and bare,<br>Suspended by a single hair,<br>So that he could not sit at ease,<br>But sighed and looked disconsolate,<br>And shifted restless in his chair,<br>Revolving how he might evade<br>The blow of the descending blade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Student came to his relief<br>By saying in his easy way<br>To the Musician: 'Calm your grief,<br>My fair Apollo of the North,<br>Balder the Beautiful and so forth;<br>Although your magic lyre or lute<br>With broken strings is lying mute,<br>Still you can tell some doleful tale<br>Of shipwreck in a midnight gale,<br>Or something of the kind to suit<br>The mood that we are in to-night<br>For what is marvellous and strange;<br>So give your nimble fancy range,<br>And we will follow in its flight.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the Musician shook his head;<br>'No tale I tell to-night,' he said,<br>'While my poor instrument lies there,<br>Even as a child with vacant stare<br>Lies in its little coffin dead.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet, being urged, he said at last:<br>'There comes to me out of the Past<br>A voice, whose tones are sweet and wild,<br>Singing a song almost divine,<br>And with a tear in every line;<br>An ancient ballad, that my nurse<br>Sang to me when I was a child,<br>In accents tender as the verse;<br>And sometimes wept, and sometimes smiled<br>While singing it, to see arise<br>The look of wonder in my eyes,<br>And feel my heart with terror beat.<br>This simple ballad I retain<br>Clearly imprinted on my brain,<br>And as a tale will now repeat.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></strong></div>