Then up speedily Their mail-sarks shook, Their war-weeds. God thanked they, That to them the sea-journey Easy had been. Then from the wall beheld Had in his keeping, Bear o'er the balks The bright shields, The war-weapons speedily. Went then to the shore, Host in harness, Who thus the brown keel Over the water-street Leading come Hither over the sea? I these boundaries As shore-warden hold; That in the Land of the Danes Nothing loathsome With a ship-crew Scathe us might. Ne'er saw I mightier Earl upon earth Than is your own, Not seldom this warrior Is in weapons distinguished; Your origin know, Ere ye forth As false spies Into the Land of the Danes Now, ye dwellers afar off! Listen to my Quickest is best To make known Whence your coming may be." THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY. FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON. MUCH it behoveth Each one of mortals, That he his soul's journey In himself ponder, How deep it may be. The bonds he breaketh Long it is thenceforth The soul shall come That it erst dwelt in; Three hundred winters, Unless ere that worketh The eternal Lord, The Almighty God, The end of the world. Crieth then, so care-worn, With cold utterance, And speaketh grimly, The ghost to the dust: "Dry dust! thou dreary one! How little didst thou labour for me! In the foulness of earth Thou all wearest away Like to the loam ! SONG. FROM THE PORTUGESE. IF thou art sleeping, maiden, 'Tis the break of day, and we must away, But come with thy naked feet: We shall have to pass through the dewy grass, And waters wide and fleet. FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD. FROM THE SWEDISH. THREE miles extended around the fields of the homestead; on three sides Valleys, and mountains, and hills, but on the fourth side was the ocean. Birch-woods crowned the summits, but over the down-sloping hill-sides Flourished the golden corn, and man-high was waving the rye-field. Lakes, full many in number, their mirror held up for the mountains, Held for the forests up, in whose depths the high-antlered reindeers Had their kingly walk, and drank of a hundred brooklets. But in the valleys, full widely around, there fed on the greensward Herds with sleek, shining sides, and udders that longed for the milk-pail. 'Mid these were scattered, now here and now there, a vast countless number Of white-wooled sheep, as thou seest the white-looking stray clouds, Flock-wise, spread o'er the heavenly vault, when it bloweth in spring-time. Twice twelve swift-footed coursers, mettlesome, fast-fettered stormwinds, Stamping stood in the line of stalls, all champing their fodder, Knotted with red their manes, and their hoofs all whitened with steel shoes. The banquet-hall, a house by itself, was timbered of hard fir. Wonders from far-distant lands he had seen, and cruises of Vikings Hush sat the listening bench, and their glances hung on the gray beard's Lips, as a bee on the rose; but the Skald was thinking of Bragé, Mid-way the floor (with thatch was it strewn), burned for ever the fire-flame Glad on its stone-built hearth; and through the wide-mouthed smoke-flue Looked the stars, those heavenly friends, down into the great hall, But round the walls, upon nails of steel, were hanging in order Breastplate and helm with each other, and here and there in among them Downward lightened a sword, as in winter evening a star shoots. More than helmets and swords, the shields in the banquet-hall glistened, White as the orb of the sun, or white as the moon's disc of silver. Ever and anon went a maid round the board and filled up the drink-horns; Ever she cast down her eyes and blushed; in the shield her reflection Blushed too, even as she;-this gladdened the hard-drinking champions. FRITHIOF'S TEMPTATION. FROM THE SWEDISH. SPRING is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun, Swarming in its gorgeous splendour is assembled all the court; And the ancient king so trustful laid on Frithiof's knees his head; On his shield, calm as an infant sleepeth in its mother's arms. Frithiof listens; hark! there sings a snow-white bird upon the bough: Though no human eye beholds thee, Odin's eye beholds thee now. Coward, wilt thou murder slumber? a defenceless old man slay? Whatsoe'er thou winn'st, thou canst not win a hero's fame this way." Thus the two wood-birds did warble; Frithiof took his war-sword good, With a shudder hurled it from him, far into the gloomy wood. Coal-black bird flies down to Nastrand; but on light unfolded wings, Like the tone of harps, the other, sounding towards the sun upsprings. Straight the ancient king awakens. "Sweet has been my sleep," he said; "Pleasantly sleeps one in the shadow, guarded by a brave man's blade. But where is thy sword, O stranger? Lightning's brother, where is he? Who thus parts you, who should never from each other parted be?" "It avails not," Frithiof answered; "in the North are other swords; Sharp, O monarch, is the sword's tongue, and it speaks not peaceful words; Murky spirits dwell in steel blades, spirits from the Niffelhem, THERE was a time when I was very small, When my whole frame was but an ell in height, Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall, And therefore I recall it with delight. I sported in my tender mother's arms, And rode a-horseback on best father's knee; Alike were sorrows, passions, and alarms, And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me. Then seemed to me this world far less in size, I saw the moon behind the island fade, And thought, "O, were I on that island there, |