Part 25 (2/2)

--is like the fields when easy waves the summer wind a golden net round all the flower bundles.

Iduna's bosom is rich, and beautiful it waves under the green satin. I know a twin satin wave in where light Alfs hid themself.

And the eyes of Frigga are blue as the heavenly whole; still often I looked at two eyes under the vault of heaven: against dem are a spring day dark to look at.

How can it be they praise Gerda's white cheeks, and the new-come snow in the north light beam?

I looked at cheeks, the snow mountain's beam ain't so beautiful in the red of the morning.

I know a heart as soft as Nanna's, if not so much spoken of.

Well praised of the skalds you, Nanna's happy Balder!

Oh, that I as you could die missed of the soft and honest maiden, your Nanna like. I should glad go down to h.e.l.l's the dark kingdom.

But the king's daughter sat and sung a hero song, and weaved glad into the stuff all things the hero have done, the blue sea, the green walley, and rock-rifts.

There growed out in snow-white vool the s.h.i.+ning s.h.i.+elds of--

”Ain't there a word you say spinned?”

--spinned gold; red as the lightning flew the lances of the war, and stiff of silver was every armor.

But as she quickly is weaving and nicely, she gets the heroes Frithiof's shape, and as she comes farther into the weave, she gets red, but still she sees them with joy.

But Frithiof did cut in walley and field many an I and F in the bark of--

”He cut all round. Wherever he come, he cut them two.”

--the trees. These Runes is healed with happy and joy, just like the young hearts together.

When the daylight stands in its emerald--

Here we had a long halt, Katrina insisting on saying ”smaragd,” and declaring that that was an English word; she had seen it often, and ”it could not be p.r.o.nounced in any other way;” she had seen it in ”Lady Montaig in Turkey,”--”she had loads of smaragds and all such things.” Her contrition, when she discovered her mistake, was inimitable.

She had read this account of ”Lady Montagu in Turkey,” in her ”Hundred Lessons,” at school so many times she knew it by heart, which she proceeded to prove by long quotations.

--and the king of the light with the golden hair, and the mens, is busy wandering, then they did only think one on each other.

When the night is standing in its emerald, and the mother of the sleep with dark hair and all are silent, and the stars are wandering, den they only is dreaming of each other.

Thou Earth dat fix thee [or gets new] every spring, and is braiding the flowers into your hair, the beautifullest of them, give me friendly, for a wreath to reward Frithiof.

Thou Ocean, dat in thy dark room has pearls in thousands, give me the best, the beautifullest, and the beautifullest neck I will bind them to.

Thou b.u.t.ton on Odin's king-chair, Thou World's Eye Golden Sun, if you were mine, your s.h.i.+ning round I would give Frithiof as s.h.i.+eld.

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