Vengeance? Who speaks of vengeance? Or cover me warm from the cold? Away with your vengeance! Let me alone! Lay him on the wagon, him and our son! Come, we will follow them home. That God in Gimle, new and fearful, who all has taken, Let Him now also take vengeance! Well He Drive slowly! For so drove Einar always; The dogs to-day will not greet us gladly, But drearily howl with drooping tails. And lifting their heads the horses will listen; Neighing they stand, the stable-door watching, Eindride's voice awaiting. In vain for his voice will they hearken,Nor hears the hall the step of Einar, That called before him for all to arise and stand, For now came their chieftain. Too large the house is; I will lock it; Workmen, servants send away; Sell the cattle and the horses, Move far hence and live alone. -Soon enough we shall come home. TO MY WIFE (WITH A SET OF ROMAN PEARLS) PRAY, take these pearls!—and my thanks for them On my happy breast, My brow are entwining With thoughts whence the truth gleams: Thus gave his wife, Who jeweled with tenderest love his life! IN A HEAVY HOUR Be glad when danger presses Your strength shall gain, Supports may break in pieces, But you shall see, The end will be, Your need of crutches ceases. Whom God makes lonely, To him He comes more near. KAARE'S SONG (FROM SIGURD SLEMBE) KAARE WHAT wakens the billows, while sleeps the wind? What looms in the west released? What kindles the stars, ere day's declined, ALL God aid thee here, our earl, God aid thee here, our earl, It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney. KAARE What drives the fierce dragon to ride the foam, The sea-fowl are shrieking, they seek their home, ALL God aid thee here, our earl, God aid thee here, our earl, It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney. KAARE What maiden so strange to the strand draws nigh, In light with soft music nears? What is it that makes all the flowers die, What fills all your eyes with tears? ALL God aid thee here, our earl, God aid thee here, our earl, It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney. IVAR INGEMUNDSON'S LAY (FROM SIGURD SLEMBE) WHEREFORE have I longings, When to live them strength is lacking? If I see but sorrow? Flight of my eye to the great and distant For I see a land with no leader, I see a leader with no land. Might the men but know it, But they see a man in fetters, Round the ship a storm is raging, At the rudder stands a fool. Who can save it? He, who below the deck is longing, (Looking upward) Hear how they call Thee Shall they, then, all thus perish, What means that solemn saying: |