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Meaner food be the feast Of the fowl and the beast ; But the witch , for her share , Takes the best of the fare And the witch shall be fed With the king of the dead , When she rides in the van Of the slayers of man , With the King . '' And King Harold dreamed a dream . And he saw before him his brother , St. Olave . And the dead , to the Scald-King sang this song : `` Bold as thou in the fight , Blithe as thou in the hall , Shone the noon of my might , Ere the night of my fall ! How humble is death , And how haughty is life ; And how fleeting the breath Between slumber and strife ! All the earth is too narrow , O life , for thy tread ! Two strides o'er the barrow Can measure the dead .