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THE LAY OF SIGURD.
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But then all these
From her neck she thrust,
Of her long journey
No man should let her.
From her neck she thrust,
Of her long journey
No man should let her.
Then called he Hogni
To have talk with him:
“Let all folk go
Forth into the hall,
Thine with mine—
—O need sore and mighty!—
To wot if we yet
My wife’s parting may stay.
Till with time’s wearing
Some hindrance wax.”
To have talk with him:
“Let all folk go
Forth into the hall,
Thine with mine—
—O need sore and mighty!—
To wot if we yet
My wife’s parting may stay.
Till with time’s wearing
Some hindrance wax.”
One answer Hogni
Had for all;
“Nay, let hard need
Have rule thereover,
And no man let her
Of her long journey!
Never born again,
May she come back thence!
Had for all;
“Nay, let hard need
Have rule thereover,
And no man let her
Of her long journey!
Never born again,
May she come back thence!
“Luckless she came
To the lap of her mother,
Born into the world
For utter woe,
To many a man
For heart-whole mourning.”
To the lap of her mother,
Born into the world
For utter woe,
To many a man
For heart-whole mourning.”
