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Läsebok. N:o 93—94. 11
And as the white stars shine
On the dark Norway pine,
On that dark heart of’ mine
Fell their soft splendour.
»I wooed the blue-eyed maid,
Yielding, yet half afraid,
And in the forest shade
Our vows we plighted.
Under its loosened vest
Fluttered her little breast,
Like birds within their nest
By the hawk frighted.
»Bright in her father’s hall
Shields gleamed upon the wall,
Loud sang the minstrels all,
Chanting his glory;
When of old Hildebrand
I asked his daughter’s hand.
Mute did the minstrels stand
- To hear my story.
»While the brown ale he quaffed.
Loud then the champions laughed,
And as the wind-gusts waft
The sea-foam brightly,
So the loud laugh of scorn,
Out of those lips unshorn,
From the deep drinking-horn
Blew the foam lightly.
»She was a Prince’s child,
1 but a Viking wild,
And though she blushed and smiled,
I was discarded!
Should not the dove so white
Follow the sea-mew’s flight,
Why did they leave that night
Her nest unguarded?
»Scarce had 1 put to sea,
Bearing the maid with me, —
Fairest of all was she
Among the Norsemen!
When on the white sea-strand,
Waving his armed hand,
Saw we old Hildebrand,
With twenty horsemen.
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