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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
Her rosy carpet eve doth haste
To spread for all the gods’ delight;
Of love waves whisper as they flee;
Winds whisper love in breathing light;
Mother of gods! I welcome thee,
In bridal pearls arrayed, O Night!
"Each silent star glides through the sky,
Like lover to his mistress true:
Over the waves, Ellida, fly,
Speed, speed us on, ye billows blue.
To home of loving gods we steer,
Where yonder lies the holy grove,
And Balder’s temple standeth near,
Where dwells the goddess of my love.
"How happy spring I to the strand,
Beloved Earth, I press thee glad;
And you, ye little flowers, that stand
My path to gem with white and red;
Thou Moon, with silvery light that beamest
Round mound, and grove, and temple tall,
How fair thou sittest there, and dreamest,
Like Saga in a bridal hall.
"Who taught thee, flowery brook, to tell
In murmur sweet, my love exprest?
Who gave thee, Northland’s nightingale,
Those wailings, stolen from my breast?
The fairies paint in sunset hues
My Ingeborg on cloud-banks gray;
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