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 | CHAPTER XIII. OF THE WINTER-WEDDING
AT SKANEY, AND HOW GUNNLAUG GAVE
THE KING'S CLOAK TO HELGA.
The Collected Works of William Morris |  |
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CHAPTER XIII. OF THE WINTER-WEDDING AT SKANEY, AND HOW GUNNLAUG GAVE THE KING'S CLOAK TO HELGA.
[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]
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[Raven.]
“In thine arms, so dreamed I,Hewn was I, gold island!
Bride, in blood I bled there,
Bed of thine was reddened.
Never more then mightst thou,
Mead-bowls' pourer speedy,
Bind my gashes bloody—
Lind-leek-bough thou lik'st it.”
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[Gunnlaug.]
“Light-heart lived the Worm-tongue
All day long no longer
In mountain-home, since Helga
Had name of wife of Raven;
Nought foresaw thy father,
Hardener white of fight-thaw,
What my words should come to.
—The maid to gold was wedded.”
All day long no longer
In mountain-home, since Helga
Had name of wife of Raven;
Nought foresaw thy father,
Hardener white of fight-thaw,
What my words should come to.
—The maid to gold was wedded.”
And again he sang:
“Worst reward I owe them,
Father thine, O wine-may,
And mother, that they made thee
So fair beneath thy maid-gear;
For thou, sweet field of sea-flame,
All joy hast slain within me.—
Lo, here, take it, loveliest
E'er made of lord and lady!”
Father thine, O wine-may,
And mother, that they made thee
So fair beneath thy maid-gear;
For thou, sweet field of sea-flame,
All joy hast slain within me.—
Lo, here, take it, loveliest
E'er made of lord and lady!”
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[“God of wound-flames' glitter]
[Raven.]“God of wound-flames' glitter,
Glorier of fight-goddess,
Must we fall a-fighting
For fairest kirtle-bearer?
Death-staff, many such-like
Fair as she is are there
In south-lands o'er the sea-floods.
Sooth saith he who knoweth.”
[“The fair-hued golden goddess]
[Gunnlaug.]“The fair-hued golden goddess
For gold to Raven sold they,
(Raven my match as men say)
While the mighty isle-king,
Ethelred, in England
From eastward way delayed me,
Wherefore to gold-waster
Waneth tongue's speech-hunger.”
| CHAPTER XIII. OF THE WINTER-WEDDING
AT SKANEY, AND HOW GUNNLAUG GAVE
THE KING'S CLOAK TO HELGA.
The Collected Works of William Morris | |