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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 126
There shall my love, a child of heaven, like them,
Mirror itself in shining shields, and fly
On dove-like pinion through the endless space
Of azure heaven to Allfader’s breast,
From whence it came. Oh! wherefore darkenest thou,
In the gray dawn, thy gentle brow with frowns?
The blood of mighty Odin fills my veins
As well as thine: but, oh! not e’en to thee,
Great kinsman, can I sacrifice my love,
Worth more to me than all this boundless heaven.
Yet can I offer all my joy of life,
And cast it from me, even as a queen
Can cast away her royal robe, and still
Remain the queen she was. Well!’t is decreed
Valhalla’s great ones shall not need to blush
For their descendant. I will meet my fate
As heroes meet with theirs. Here cometh Frithiof,
How wild, how pale! All, all is lost, is lost!
With him approacheth, too, my angry Nome.
Be strong, my heart! — Oh! welcome, though how late!
Our fate is sealed; too easily I read
It on thy brow.
frithiof
Stand there also there
No blood-red Runes, bespeaking scorn and shame,
Insult and ban?
ingeborg
Oh! Frithiof, calm thyself.
Tell me thy tale: the worst my fears foretold
Full long ago. For all am I prepared.
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