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XXIII
FRITHIOF’S TEMPTATION
Spring-time cometh: wild birds twitter, woods grow
leafy, sunshine beams,
Dancing, singing, down to ocean speed the liberated
streams;
Out from its bud the glowing rose peeps forth like blush
on Freya’s cheek;
And joy of life, and mirth, and hope, within the breast of
man awake.
The aged monarch wills the chase, and with him hies the
gentle Queen;
And swarming round in proud array is all the court
assembled seen:
Bows are twanging, quivers rattle, eager horse-hoofs paw
the clay;
And, with hooded eyes, the falcons scream impatient for
their prey.
Lo! the chase’s empress cometh! Hapless Frithiof,glance
away!
Like a star on spring cloud sitteth she upon her courser
gray,
Half like Freya, half like Rota, lovelier than the heavenly
pair;
From her slender hat of purple azure plumes float high in
air.
Gaze not on her eyes so beauteous, on her golden locks
so bright,
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