But the bold sea-rover feareth
Less upon the trusted oak,
Mans the helm himself and jeereth
At the wild wind's sportive stroke.
Tighter now the sail he fastens,
Fleeter o'er the water skims,
Straight to westward fearless hastens,
Goes where'er the billow swims.

"Fighting for a moment
With the storm delighteth:
Storm and Northman prosper
Well upon the wave.

Ingeborg would redden
Should her sea-eagle fly with
Slackened wings, affrighted
By a passing breeze."

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Higher rise the waves,
Deeper furrows plow,
Cordage madly raves,
Creak both keel and prow.

Waves whichever way contending,
With or 'gainst Ellide's form,
Meet good timbered sides, defending
Menaced ship, defying storm.