TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK. Once Prince Frederick's Guard Thou art stained with wine Yet dost thou recall Days departed, half-forgotten, When I paused to hear The old ballad of King Christian Thou recallest bards, Who, in solitary chambers, And with hearts by passion wasted, Thou recallest homes Where thy songs of love and friend ship Made the gloomy Northern winter Bright as summer. Once some ancient Scald, In his bleak, ancestral Iceland, Chanted staves of these old ballads To the Vikings. Once in Elsinore, At the court of old King Hamlet, Yorick and his boon companions Sang these ditties. Day by day, o'er tower and turret, On the tree whose heavy branches |