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CHAPTER XX. THOSE TWO TOGETHER HOLD THE RING OF THE EARTH-GOD.
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CHAPTER XX. THOSE TWO TOGETHER HOLD THE RING OF THE EARTH-GOD.
[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]
[The Maiden's Lifting.]
SHE SINGETH.Wild is the waste and long leagues over;
Whither then wend ye spear and sword,
Where nought shall see your helms but the plover,
Far and far from the dear Dale's sward?
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Many a league shall we wend together
With helm and spear and bended bow.
Hark! how the wind blows up for weather:
Dark shall the night be whither we go.
Dark shall the night be round the byre,
And dark as we drive the brindled kine;
Dark and dark round the beacon-fire,
Dark down in the pass round our wavering line.
And dark as we drive the brindled kine;
Dark and dark round the beacon-fire,
Dark down in the pass round our wavering line.
Turn on thy path, O fair-foot maiden,
And come our ways by the pathless road;
Look how the clouds hang low and laden
Over the walls of the old abode!
SHE SINGETH.And come our ways by the pathless road;
Look how the clouds hang low and laden
Over the walls of the old abode!
Bare are my feet for the rough waste's wending,
Wild is the wind, and my kirtle's thin;
Faint shall I be ere the long way's ending
Drops down to the Dale and the grief therein.
HE SINGETH.
Do on the brogues of the wild-wood rover,
Do on the byrnies' ring-close mail;
Take thou the staff that the barbs hang over,
O'er the wind and the waste and the way to prevail.
Come, for how from thee shall I sunder?
Come, that a tale may arise in the land;
Come, that the night be held for a wonder,
When the Wolf was led by a maiden's hand!
SHE SINGETH.Come, that a tale may arise in the land;
Come, that the night be held for a wonder,
When the Wolf was led by a maiden's hand!
Now will I fare as ye are faring,
And wend no way but the way ye wend;
And bear but the burdens ye are bearing,
And end the day as ye shall end.
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And many an eve when the clouds are drifting
Down through the Dale till they dim the roof,
Shall they tell in the Hall of the Maiden's Lifting,
And how we drave the spoil aloof.
THEY SING TOGETHER.Down through the Dale till they dim the roof,
Shall they tell in the Hall of the Maiden's Lifting,
And how we drave the spoil aloof.
Over the moss through the wind and the weather,
Through the morn and the eve and the death of the day,
Wend we man and maid together,
For out of the waste is born the fray.
CHAPTER XX. THOSE TWO TOGETHER HOLD THE RING OF THE EARTH-GOD.
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