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Double sorrow is thy doom—
For good that’s past, and ills to come.
For good that’s past, and ills to come.
Horror shall thy path attend,
Where’er thy lonely footsteps bend;
Daily where Hrimthursar[1] reign,
Go progress mournful o’er the plain,
Opprest with soul tormenting care—
Prey of comfortless despair.
Thou art doom’d in tears to find
The only solace of thy mind:
The lengthen’d sorrow—ceaseless tear,
In thy destiny appear.
Where’er thy lonely footsteps bend;
Daily where Hrimthursar[1] reign,
Go progress mournful o’er the plain,
Opprest with soul tormenting care—
Prey of comfortless despair.
Thou art doom’d in tears to find
The only solace of thy mind:
The lengthen’d sorrow—ceaseless tear,
In thy destiny appear.
Three-headed monsters, standing round,
Shall ever with their yells confound:
At night around thy joyless bed,
No nuptial torch its rays shall shed:
Grief shall leave thee no repose,
Shall ever with their yells confound:
At night around thy joyless bed,
No nuptial torch its rays shall shed:
Grief shall leave thee no repose,
- ↑ Hrimthursar,—Were the fiercest of all the Giants.
