"There is always a thing forgotten When all the world goes well;A thing forgotten, as long agoWhen the gods forgot the mistletoe;And soundless as an arrow of snow, The arrow of anguish fell.
"The thing on the blind side of the heart, On the wrong side of the door,The green plant groweth, menacingAlmighty lovers in the spring;There is always a forgotten thing And love is not secure."
And all that sat by the fire were sad, Save Ogier, who was stern,And his eyes hardened even to stones, As he took the harp in turn.
Earl Ogier of the Stone and Sling Was odd to ear and sight,Old he was, but his locks were red,And jests were all the words he said,Yet he was sad at board and bed And savage in the fight.
"You sing of the young gods easily In the days when you are young;
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