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SONGS FROM THE EDDA.
Now Sigrun arrayed a bed in the mound, and sang:
Here, Helgi, for thee
A bed have I dight,
Kind without woe,
O kin of the Ylfings!
To thy bosom, O king,
Will I come and sleep soft,
As I was wont
When my lord was living.
A bed have I dight,
Kind without woe,
O kin of the Ylfings!
To thy bosom, O king,
Will I come and sleep soft,
As I was wont
When my lord was living.
Helgi.
Now will I call
Naught not to be hoped for
Early or late
At Sevafell,
When thou in the arms
Of a dead man art laid,
White maiden of Hogni,
Here in the mound:
And thou yet quick,
O King’s daughter!
Naught not to be hoped for
Early or late
At Sevafell,
When thou in the arms
Of a dead man art laid,
White maiden of Hogni,
Here in the mound:
And thou yet quick,
O King’s daughter!
Now needs must I ride
On the reddening ways;
My pale horse must tread
The highway aloft:
West must I go
To Windhelm’s bridge
Ere the war-winning crowd
[1]Hall-crower waketh.
On the reddening ways;
My pale horse must tread
The highway aloft:
West must I go
To Windhelm’s bridge
Ere the war-winning crowd
[1]Hall-crower waketh.
- ↑ Hall-crower, Salgofnir: lit. Hall-gaper, the cock of Valhall.
