These bear the gold-wrought cloths away,
And in other wise the hall array;
Till all is black that hath been gold
So heavy a tale there must be told.
The morrow men looked on King Gorm and said,
"Hath he dreamed a dream or beheld the dead?
"Why is he sad who should be gay?
Why are the old man's lips so grey?"
Slow paced the King adown the hall,
Nor looked aside to either wall,