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50
ARNLJOT GELLINE
Then the slide, as an army trampling,
’Neath the rocks buried the dead forever.
The flood rose by fathoms, rich was its prey.
Upon its waters, muddy and sullen,
Logs were drifting, and helpless cattle,
Horses struggled amidst the flotsam,
Birds of prey followed;
Now a sharp cry of anguish was heard,
Now a death-groan,
Through the wreck rushing a corpse was seen.
Frightful it was to behold by day,
Worse in the night, when all was but heard.
But when the storm then
Came to break up what the rain had loosened,
Came to cast down what was spared by the land-
slide,
Forests o’erthrowing, the lowlands flushing,
Razing house after house,
“Ragnarok!” shouted men fleeing,
“The day of death and destruction has come.”
Up in the mountains a man forced his way
Among the storm-stricken trunks primeval,
Pursuing alone his tempest-bound course.
Slain were all who had shared in his voyage.
When he saw the last of them washed away,
Forspent he stood alone in the storm,
Looked about him, softly musing:
“The sea in its bosom
Refuses to fold me;
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