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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
" Deep art thou; in thy depths, perhaps, peace may be found,
but above I discover it not.
"If the White One still rage, let him draw forth his blade;
I ’11 fall gladly, if so’t is designed;
But he sitteth in heaven, and sendeth down thoughts that
darken forever my mind."
Still, when battle drew near, like an eagle refreshed rose
his spirit in valorous flight,
And clear grew his brow, and high raised he his voice, and
stood forth like the Thunderer bright.
So from conquest to conquest he sped, and from care, in
the ocean he sought for release,
And islands and cliffs passed he southward, and so came
he into the waters of Greece.
As his glance on the groves rising up from the sea, and the
temples, now desolate, fell,
What he felt Freya knew, and the bard too must know;
and ye, lovers, ye know it. full well.
"Here should we have dwelt; here the isle, here the grove,
here the temple my sire shadowed forth;
It was hither I prayed my beloved to come; but the cruel
one stayed in the North.
"Doth contentment not dwell in yon valley of bliss, and
peace round those pillars so strong?
Like the whispers of love sounds the murmuring brook, like
a bride-hymn the nightingale’s song.
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