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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
75
He’d ruled the Northmen, in peace and right,
Full thirty years;
None left his presence unsatisfied;
And every night
Sped to Odin his name in his people’s prayers.
So King Ring from the board his gold seat thrust forth,
And all rose glad
To hear the monarch’s word of worth,
Famed in the north,
But, deeply sighing, thus he spake and said:
"In Folkvang sitteth my gentle Queen,
On purple throned;
But here on her grave the grass grows green,
And flowers are seen
To bloom by the brook that flows around.
44 Ne’er find I a Queen so lovely and leal
My crown to share.
She’s fled to Valhalla in joy to dwell;
But the common weal
Makes me seek for my children a mother’s care.
"With the summer winds often we used to see
King Bele here;
A lily-sweet daughter he left, and she
My choice shall be,
With the morning dawn on her cheeks so fair.
"She is young, and young maidens love, I know,
To pluck flowers of spring.
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