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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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And the song, and the tinkling of harp-strings to the roof-tree winded up:
And Sigmund was dreamy with wine and the wearing of many a year;
And the noise and the glee of the people as the sound of the wild woods were,
And the blossoming boughs of the Branstock were the wild trees waving about;
So he said: “Well seen, my fosterling; let the lip then strain it out.”
Then Sinfiotli laughed and answered: “I drink unto Odin then,
And the Dwellers up in God-home, the lords of the lives of men.”