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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
To thee alone my pledge should sound,
Thy name alone with love be told.
"On some fair sea-surrounded isle
I’d build for thee a bower of love,
And there the time away we’d while,
Midst golden fruits in shadowy grove.
And when, with clear and lovely ray,
Valhalla’s sun illumed the plain,
Back to the gods we’d take our way,
But long to reach our isle again.
"And I’d adorn with star-light glance
The golden tresses of thy head,
And high in Vingolfs hall should dance
My pallid lily rosy red.
Then from the dance my love I’d bring
To bowers of peace, in fondness true,
And Brage, silver-bearded, sing
Thy nuptial song, forever new.
"How sings the throstle in the grove,
Its song is from Valhalla’s strand;
How sweetly shines the moon above,—
It shineth from the spirits’ land.
Both song and shining join to tell
Of worlds of love unmarred by care:
Would in such worlds that I might dwell
With thee, with thee, my Ingborg fair!
"Nay, weep not, weep not: life still streams
Within my veins: oh! weep no more.
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