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THE LAY OF SIGURD.
191
“Full enow are death-doomed,
Fain are we to live yet,
Maids of the hall
All meet work winning.”
Fain are we to live yet,
Maids of the hall
All meet work winning.”
From her wise heart at last
The linen-clad damsel,
The one of few years
Gave forth the word:
“I will that none driven
By hand or by word,
For our sake should lose
Well-loved life.
The linen-clad damsel,
The one of few years
Gave forth the word:
“I will that none driven
By hand or by word,
For our sake should lose
Well-loved life.
“Thou on the bones of you
Surely shall burn,
Less dear treasure
At your departing
Nor with Menia’s Meal[1]
Shall ye come to see me.”
Surely shall burn,
Less dear treasure
At your departing
Nor with Menia’s Meal[1]
Shall ye come to see me.”
“Sit thee down, Gunnar,
A word must I say to thee
Of the life’s ruin
Of thy lightsome bride—
—Nor shall thy ship
Swim soft and sweetly
For all that I
Lay life adown.
A word must I say to thee
Of the life’s ruin
Of thy lightsome bride—
—Nor shall thy ship
Swim soft and sweetly
For all that I
Lay life adown.
- ↑ “Menia’s Meal—” periphrasis for gold.
