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Excerpt from The Legend of St. Olaf's Kirk
Thereby it came That Friar Knud, the tutor of the Prince, Was bidden to teach its use; and week by week With lessening weariness and growing love Her deft hands learned to chase the melody From string to string through mazy harmonies, Until the instrument, jealous at first And obstinate, became a willing slave, Seemed part of her, and Valborg and her harp Were mouthpiece of the household. Winter nights When weary with long sloth the roisterers lounged About the men's-hall, yawning for clear sky, Sudden the clamor of their tongues would cease, The air grow clearer so the rafters came In sight, and from them, like a summer rain TO dry and pinched-up herbage, softly fall The warm, sweet restfulness Of voice and strings.
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