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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 135
From the dear fatherland he should defend,
Nor ever cast his wide-spread fame aside
For such a trifle as a maiden’s love.
A life in which the sun spins year by year,
Each day unvarying from the day before,
A sameness beautiful, but everlasting,
May suit for maidens; but for manly souls
Like thine a tranquil life is wearisome.
Thou thrivest best when storms tumultuous ride
Their foaming battle-steeds across the seas,
And on a swaying plank, for life or death
Battiest with peril for the meed of fame.
The lovely desert thou hast painted were
A grave untimely for thine unborn deeds;
Together with thy shield, thy free-born soul
Would gather rust. Oh! that shall never be:
Ne’er will I steal away my Frithiof s name
From Skalden songs, and never will I quench
My hero’s glory in its rosy dawn.
Be wise, my Frithiof; let us yield before
The mighty Nornes, and, so submitting, save
At least our honor from the wreck of fate;
Our joy of life we can no longer save.
So we must separate.
frithiof
But wherefore so—
Because a sleepless night thy mind disturbs?
ingeborg
Because thy safety and my worth demand.
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