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POEMS AND SONGS
From heaven will lightning fall on the land,
If thus left unpurged by the flames of vengeance.
Launch the long-ships from land!
Einar’s nine long-ships are lying here,
Let them hasten vengeance on Harald!
If he stood here, Haakon Ivarson,
If he stood here on the hill, my kinsman,
The fjord should not save the slayer of Einar,
And I should not seek you cowards who flinch!
Oh, peasants, hear me, my husband has fallen,
The high-seat of my thoughts through years half a
hundred!
Overthrown it now is, and by its right side,
Our only son fell, oh, all our future!
All is now empty between my two arms;
Can I ever again lift them up in prayer?
Or whither on earth shall I betake me?
If I go and stay in the places of strangers, —
I shall long for those where we lived together.
But if I betake me thither, —
Ah, them, themselves I shall miss.
Odin in Valhall I dare not beseech;
For him I forsook in days of childhood.
But the great new God in Gimle? —
All that I had He has taken!
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