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ARNLJOT’S YEARNING FOR THE SEA
And merged in the sea-deep sorrows of nature,
Then the cold of the sea and the night-time
For the kingdom of death my soul shall strengthen.
Now dawns the day! Renewed my courage;
My heart leaps up to the light and the heavens.
My ship snuffs the breeze, and lays its broadside
Exultant against the foaming billows.
Singing the boy clambers up to the masthead,
To set the sail with the wind now swelling,
And my thoughts race ever like sea-birds weary
About spar and rigging, but find no foothold... .
To the sea, to the sea! thither fared Vikar!
Like him to sail, like him plunge downward
At the prow of my ship in the cause of Olaf!
My ice-cold mood with my sharp keel cleaving,
With the lightest zephyr my hope renewing!
Upon the helm death’s clammy fingers,
And the light of heaven upon my pathway!
And then all at once in the final hour
To note the nails in my timbers yielding,
And death bearing down on the sundered planking
And the saving flood of the sea in-rushing!
Then to lie down in my clouts all dripping,
And be lowered amain to the silence eternal,
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While my name to the shore will roll with the billows
In the silent nights made bright by the moonbeams.
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