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VII
FRITHIOF’S JOY
"Though Bele’s sons may widely sound,
From vale to vale, the battle-cry,
I go not forth; my battle-ground,
My world, in Balder’s grove doth lie.
From thence no backward glance I ’11 cast
On kingly spite or earthly care;
But joys of the immortals taste
United with my Ingborg fair.
"As long as glowing sunshine hovers
O’er flowers fair in purple light,
Like rosy-tinted veil that covers
The bosom of my Ingborg bright,—
So long I wander by the strand,
By longing ceaselessly devoured,
And, sighing, trace upon the sand
Her name beloved with my sword.
" How slowly pass the hours away;
Why, son of Delling, lingerest thou?
Hast thou not marked each isle and bay,
Each hill and grove, full oft ere now?
Doth no belov’d one westward dwell
Who for thy coming long doth grieve,
And flieth to thy breast to tell
Her love at dawn, her love at eve?
"But, weary with thy course, at last
Thou sinkest downwards from the height;
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