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145 FRITHIOF’S SAGA
Loose set they the tempest’s pinions,
Down diving in ocean deep,
Billows, from unseen dominions,
To the god’s abode they sweep.
All the powers of frightful death,
Astride upon the rapid wave,
Rise from the foaming depths beneath,
The bottomless, un fathomed grave.
" Fairer was our journey
Beneath the shining moon,
Over the mirrory ocean
To Balder’s sacred grove.
Warmer far than here
Was Ingborg’s loving heart;
Whiter than the sea-foam
Heaved her gentle breast."
Now Solundar-oe
Ariseth from the foam;
Calmer the sea doth grow
As near the port they come.
But for safety valiant Viking
Will not readily delay,
At the helm he stands, delighting
In the tempest’s stormy play.
Now the sheets more close belaying,
Swifter through the surge he cleaves;
Westward, further westward flying
Lightly o’er the rapid waves.
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