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56 ARNLJOT GELLINE
“The Gyga-Beast,
Grandfather troll,
Wanted to fool thee,
Gave thee my pigs for his sport.
Amid the trees hidden,
Lay he and laughed,
‘The rascal!’
Again he was lifted—, the hill-tops
Were twisted this way and that,
The skies sank down below,
The river rose flowing above them
Through a green valley.
Mysterious thunder afar-off pealed,
Mocking laughter he seemed to hear
From the grassy slopes around:
“Now I revenge me,
Here I command.
Fit thyself, sea-horse,
To my limping gait!”
Now was he above on the river-bottom,
Now was he beneath ’midst the crags and foot-hills,
Lifted and slung,
Driven and flung,—
But when all was over,
And his sight came back,
He stood on his feet as before.
Then pierced through earth and air
Sharp as a sword,
Ai word |e.
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