The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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![]() | CHAPTER VI. FRITHIOF SAILS FOR THE
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CHAPTER VI. FRITHIOF SAILS FOR THE ORKNEYS.
[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]
[“Oft let I swim from Sogn]
[Frithiof.]“Oft let I swim from Sogn
My tarred ship sooty-sided,
When maids sat o'er the mead-horn
Amidst of Baldur's Meadows;
Now while the storm is wailing
Farewell I bid you maidens,
Still shall ye love us, sweet ones,
Though Ellidi the sea fill.”
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[“Now is the sea a-swelling]
[Frithiof.]“Now is the sea a-swelling,
And sweepeth the rack on ward;
Spells of old days cast o'er us
Make ocean all unquiet;
No more shall we be striving
Mid storm with wash of billows,
But Solundir shall shelter
Our ship with ice-beat rock-walls.”
[“In days foredone]
[Frithiof.]“In days foredone
From Foreness strand
I rowed to meet
Maid Ingibiorg;
But now I sail
Through chilly storm
And wide away
My long-worm driveth.”
[“The salt waves see we nought]
[Frithiof.]“The salt waves see we nought
As seaward drive we ever
Before the witch-wrought weather,
We well-famed kings'-defenders:
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With all Solundir hull-down,
Eighteen brave lads a-baling
Black Ellidi to bring home.”
[“Helgi it is that helpeth]
[Frithiof.]“Helgi it is that helpeth
The white-head billows' waxing;
Cold time unlike the kissing
In the close of Baldur's Meadow!
So is the hate of Helgi
To that heart's love she giveth.
O would that here I held her,
Gift high above all giving!”
[“So come in the West-sea]
[Frithiof.]“So come in the West-sea,
Nought see I the billows,
The sea-water seemeth
As sweeping of wild-fire.
Topple the rollers,
Toss the hills swan-white,
Ellidi wallows
O'er steep of the wave-hills.”
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[“With love-moved mouth the maiden]
[Frithiof.]“With love-moved mouth the maiden
Me pledgeth though I founder.
Ah! bright sheets lay a-bleaching,
East there on brents the swan loves.”
[“No widow, methinks]
[Biorn.]“No widow, methinks,
To thee or me drinks:
No ring-bearer fair
Biddeth draw near;
Salt are our eyne
Soaked in the brine;
Strong our arms are no more,
And our eyelids smart sore.”
[“Sharp work about the sail was]
[Asmund.]“Sharp work about the sail was
When o'er the ship seas tumbled,
And there was I a-working
Within-board 'gainst eight balers;
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Bringing the women breakfast,
Than here to be 'mid billows
Black Ellidi a-baling.”
[“On bolster I sat]
[Frithiof.]“On bolster I sat
In Baldur's Mead erst,
And all songs that I could
To the king's daughter sang;
Now on Ran's bed belike
Must I soon be a-lying,
And another shall be
By Ingibiorg's side.”
[“Yet one gain have I gotten]
[Biorn.]“Yet one gain have I gotten
Thou gatst not 'mid thy fortune,
For meet play did I make me
With Ingibiorg's eight maidens;
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Aright in Baldur's Meadow,
When far off was the warder
Of the wide land of Halfdan.”
[“Both sheets are bursten]
[Frithiof.]“Both sheets are bursten
Amid the great billows,
Four swains are sunk
In the fathomless sea.”
[“The red ring here I hew me]
[Frithiof.]“The red ring here I hew me
Once owned of Halfdan's father,
The wealthy lord of erewhile,
Or the sea waves undo us,
So on the guests shall gold be,
If we have need of guesting;
Meet so for mighty men-folk
Amid Ran's hall to hold them.”
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[“See I troll women]
[Frithiof.]“See I troll women
Twain on the billows,
E'en they whom Helgi
Hither hath sent.
Ellidi now
Or ever her way stop
Shall smite the backs
Of these asunder.”
[“Ellidi, hail!]
[Biorn.]“Ellidi, hail!
Leap high o'er the billows!
Break of the troll wives
Brow or teeth now!
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Of the cursed woman,
One foot or twain
Of the ogress filthy.”
[“No need, fair fellows]
[Frithiof.]“No need, fair fellows,
To fear the death-day;
Rather be glad,
Good men of mine:
For if dreams wot aught
All nights they say
I yet shall have
My Ingibiorg.”
[“Fast bare I up]
[Frithiof.]“Fast bare I up
To the fire-lit house
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With the drift of the storm:
And the sail moreover
To the sand I carried;
With the might of the sea
Is there no more to do.”
![]() | CHAPTER VI. FRITHIOF SAILS FOR THE
ORKNEYS.
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