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Then stark fear fell on the earl-folk, and silent they abide
Amid the flaming penfold; and again the great voice cried,

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As the Goth-king's golden pillars grew red amidst the blaze:
“Ye women of the Goth-folk, come forth upon your ways;
And thou, Signy, O my sister, come forth from death and hell,
That beneath the boughs of the Branstock once more we twain may dwell.”