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XXIII
FRITHIOF BESIDE HIS FATHER’S GRAVE
"Fair shines the sun, and from its rays of glory,
From bough to bough the gentle glitter leaps;
From heaven darts the glance of Odin hoary,
In dew-drops bright, as over ocean’s deeps;
Like blood on mighty Balder’s altar gory,
In purple all the mountain-tops it steeps.
But soon the earth shall disappear in night,
Soon, ’neath the wave, sink down the shield of light.
"Yet first must I behold each spot so dear,
Through which, a joyous child, so oft I sped;
Round the same spring the self-same flowers appear,
In the same wood the self-same birds are bred.
Still dash the waves upon the cliffs severe,
Oh! happy, had I never o’er them fled,
The same false tale of glory ever telling
That lured me, restless, from my happy dwelling.
"I know thee well, O stream, thy ripples bounded
Full often as my swimming form they bore;
Valley, I know thee, where, with shade surrounded,
A lasting love, unknown to earth, we swore;
Ye birch-trees bright, whose bark so oft I wounded
With deep-graved runes, ye stand forth as before,
Bearing on silvery stems the forest crown:
All is unchanged, except myself alone.
"Is all unchanged? oh! where is Framnas’ hall?
Where Balder’s temple on the sacred strand?
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