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THE LAY OF HAMDIR.
Great deeds of bale
In the garth began,
At the sad dawning
The tide of Elves’ sorrow
When day is a-waxing
And man’s grief awaketh,
And the sorrow of each one
The early day quickeneth.
In the garth began,
At the sad dawning
The tide of Elves’ sorrow
When day is a-waxing
And man’s grief awaketh,
And the sorrow of each one
The early day quickeneth.
Not now, not now,
Nor yesterday,
But long ago
Has that day worn by,
That ancientest time,
The first time to tell of,
Then, whenas Gudrun,
Born of Giuki,
Whetted her sons
To Swanhild’s avenging.
Nor yesterday,
But long ago
Has that day worn by,
That ancientest time,
The first time to tell of,
Then, whenas Gudrun,
Born of Giuki,
Whetted her sons
To Swanhild’s avenging.
“Your sister’s name
Was naught but Swanhild,
Was naught but Swanhild,
