THE RAVEN

King's daughter sitting in tower so high,
_Fair summer is on many a shield._
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?
_Fair sing the swans 'twixt firth and field._
Why weepest thou in the window-seat
Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?


THE KING'S DAUGHTER

I weep because I sit alone
Betwixt these walls of lime and stone.
Fair folk are in my father's hall,
But for me he built this guarded wall.
And here the gold on the green I sew
Nor tidings of my true-love know.


THE RAVEN

King's daughter, sitting above the sea,
I shall tell thee a tale shall gladden thee.
Yestreen I saw a ship go forth
When the wind blew merry from the north.
And by the tiller Steingrim sat,
And O, but my heart was glad thereat!
For 'twixt ashen plank and dark blue sea
His sword sang sweet of deeds to be.