Á NGURBOÐI. Seið hon kvnni, Seið hon leikin ; · Æ var hon angan Illrar þióðar.-Völuspá, st. xx. THE sea-king stood beneath the oak in thought; And much he muttered in his heathen style. "Daughters of Dvalinn! what hath roused your wrath? How durst ye lead such foe across my path? Ye were his death; yet had it not been known, Ere this Edgiva had been all my own; 5 But I have blabbed like Alvis-now the light Betrays my nature to her startled sight! In him through whom her only brother died? Christians may prate-no blood in battle spilt The soul in danger's joy to heaven that fled, 10 15 Will thank the arm that freed it from all dread. 20 In this belief the sword is still my choice. O'er chieftain slain in war should all rejoice; His ruddy death to Gladsheim speeds his ghost: All tread the path of Fate; and why repine? Though young Verthandi hath no smiling brow; I know all things on earth must have their term; Many on Skulda's gifts too surely count; Many too fondly weep by Urda's fount: Youth slights the homely sweets that rise around, 30 With sinking soul, weak frame, and failing eyes, 35 O youth, clasp now each joy while sweet is left! To be by less than power divine subdued. Oft they who might be like the genial sun, 40 45 |