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FRITHIOF’S SAGA 107
"In the court of the King no such gladness hath smiled,
For Helge is sullen, and Halfdan wild,
And my brothers hear
Naught but flattering song or covetous prayer.
"I have no one" (and here she blushed red as the rose)
"To whom I may speak of my sorrow and woes;
The court of the King
Far less joy than the valley of Hilding can bring.
"The doves which together we long ago reared
By the hawks’ fierce attack are all scattered and scared;
One pair alone
Remains, of that last pair take thou the one.
" For, doubtless, the bird to his mate will return:
They even for love and for fondness can yearn;
’Neath its wing bind for me,
One loving word which unnoticed may be."
So whispering sate they the livelong day,
And were whispering still when the sun passed away,
As the evening breeze
Whispers in spring through the linden-trees.
But now she is gone, and his joyous mood
Is fled with her presence; the youthful blood
Mounts to his cheek:
He sighs and grieves, silent, unwilling to speak.
And sadly he wrote of his grief by the dove,
Which joyously sped on his message of love;
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