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THE SUMMER MARCH >
Sees in the air she the ravens,
There are we!
We all are thinking this night
Of some woman.’’
Then Gissur of stature lofty
On a stone sprang from the horse that he rode,
Sang then in tones of silver
Toward the valley.
The evening sun lighted his helmet,
Over his long pale face fell coal-black hair,
Dark was his eye, half-closed
It gleamed,
Tremulous sweet and slow
His utterance.
«Sooner here die in Norway
Than proudly live with Gardarike’s maidens;
Sooner be slain with Olaf
Than flee.
Sooner the cross confessing,
Bent on our knees, than be exalted yonder
With Tore Bjarkoi, and sacrifice
To Odin.
Sooner bear gaping wounds
Than be faithless.”
Up rose then the whole army,
With jubilant shouts and blows on shields ringing.
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