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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA
101
frithiof
Bethink thee well,—is this thy last resolve?
ingeborg
I have bethought me well, and so resolve.
frithiof
Farewell, then, Helge’s sister, fare thee well!
ingeborg
O Frithiof, Frithiof, is it thus we sever?
And hast thou then no kindly glance for me,
Thy childhood’s friend; hast thou no hand to offer
To her unhappy, whom thou once didst love?
Think’st thou I stand on roses here, and cast
Away with senseless smile my lifetime’s joy,
Uprooting from my heart without a pang
The hope beloved which with my growth hath grown?
Hast thou not been the day-dream of my heart?
All that I ever knew of joy was Frithiof;
And all that life hath generous or brave
Forever in my mind thy image took.
Oh! shadow not that image to me, meet
With harshness not the poor weak girl, who offers
All that on earth’s wide circuit she holds dear,—
All that can dearest be in Valhall’s halls.
Frithiof, this sacrifice is hard enough,
A word of comfort it might well deserve.
I know thou lovest me; I knew it well,
Already when our days began to bloom,
And surely shall thy Ingborg’s love pursue
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