As if the gyves had been a wreath
Of willows in his hands.
All saw the stranger’s similitude
To the ancient statue’s form;
The Saint before his own image stood,
And grasped Ulvfagre’s arm.
Then uprose the Danes at last to deliver
Their chief, and shouting with one accord,
They drew the shaft from its rattling quiver,
They lifted the spear and sword,