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'Gainst Ellide's stem,
Two goblins warfare made.
One was wind-cold Ham,
One was snowy Heyd.

Now the storm-wind wildly drifts them
O'er the deep, and madly down;
Now it beating, whirling lifts them,
Upward where the heavens frown.
All the powers of evil coming,
Riding on the billows' top,
From the bottomless, the foaming,
From the wide graves up.

"Brighter was the journey
By the pale moon's glimmer,
Over mirrored waters
Unto Balder's grove;
Warmer was it, nearer
Ing'borg's heart reposing;
Whiter than the sea-foam
Swelled her bosom fair."

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Solund island fair
Above the waves so white!
Stiller seas are there,
Harbors safe invite.