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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
A rival beauty Freya views,
And, jealous, breathes the form away.
"Yet may her image now depart,
Since, fair as Hope, here cometh she;
Still, as in childhood, true of heart,
She bringeth love’s reward to me.
Come, darling, to my fond caressing,
Cling to this heart, where thou art dear;
My soul’s delight, my being’s blessing,
Come to my arms, and linger there.
"As slender as the lily slight,
As blooming as the opened rose;
Thou art as pure as Balder bright,
Yet warm of heart, as Freya glows.
Kiss me, my Ingborg; let my love
In joy bring kindred joy to thee;
For earth beneath and heaven above
Both vanish when thou kissest me.
"Fear not, no danger cometh near;
There standeth Bjorn with trusty blade,
And men enough, if need there were,
To shield us ’gainst the world arrayed.
And I, oh! could but I contend
For thee, as now embracing me,
Glad to Valhalla should I wend,
And thou shouldst my Valkyria be.
"Of Balder’s wrath what whispereth thou?
He, tender god, ne’er loveth ill
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