Fridthjof's Saga; a Norse romance by Esaias Tegner
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But it was all in vain; each prayer was wasted,--
Like sunshine lavished on a barren rock, No growth alluring from his stony heart. King Helge's sullen countenance was like His heart,--a pale-faced "No" to human prayers. "A peasant's son," said he, contemptuously, "Could Ing'borg gain, but who profanes the temple Ill-suited seems to holy Valhal's daughter. Hast thou not, Fridthjof, broken Balder's peace? Hast thou not seen my sister in his temple When day had hid itself from your communion? Say yes, or no!" A deafening shout resounded From all those rings of men: "Say no, say no, We take thee at thy word, we sue for thee,-- Thou son of Thorstein, equal to a king; Say no, say no, and Ingeborg is thine!" "My life's delight hangs on a feeble word," Said I, "but fear it not, king Helge! I would not lie myself to Valhal's joy, Much less to earth's. Thy sister I have seen, Have talked with her beneath the temple's night, But Balder's peace I have not therefore broken." They let me say no more. Abhorrent cries Flew through the thing, and those who nearest stood Drew back as from a pestilent disease; And when I looked around, their superstition Had palsied every tongue, and blanched each cheek So lately glowing with expectant joy. And then king Helge triumphed. With a voice As sad, as awful as the ghostly vala's |
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