Fridleif And Helga (from The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The woods were in leaf and they cast a sweet shade	A
Among them walk'd Helga the beautiful maid	A
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The water is dashing o'er yon little stones	B
She sat down beside it and rested her bones	B
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She sat down and soon from a bush that was near	C
Sir Fridleif approach'd her with sword and with spear	C
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Ah pity me Helga and fly me not now	D
I live only live on the smile of thy brow	D
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In thy father's whole garden is found not a rose	E
Which bright as thyself and as beautiful grows	E
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Sir Fridleif thy words are but meant to deceive	F
Yet tell me what brings thee so late here at eve	F
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I cannot find rest and I cannot find ease	G
Though sweet sing the linnets among the wild trees	G
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If thou wilt but promise one day to be mine	H
No more shall I sorrow no more shall I pine	H
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She sank in his arms and her cheeks were as red	I
As the sun when he sinks in his watery bed	I
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But soon she arose from his loving embrace	J
He walk'd by her side through the wood for a space	J
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Now listen young Fridleif the gallant and bold	K
Take off from my finger this ring of red gold	K
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Take off from my finger this ring of red gold	K
And part with it not till in death thou art cold	K
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Sir Fridleif stood there in a sorrowful plight	L
Salt tears wet his eyeballs and blinded his sight	L
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Go home and I'll come to thy father with speed	M
And claim thee from him on my mighty grey steed	M
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Sir Fridleif at night through the thick forest rode	N
He fain would arrive at his lov'd one's abode	N
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His harness was clanking his helm glitter'd sheen	O
His horse was so swift and himself was so keen	O
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He reach'd the proud castle and jump'd on the ground	P
His horse to the branch of a linden he bound	P
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He shoulder'd his mantle of grey otter skin	Q
And through the wide door to Sir Erik went in	Q
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Here sitt'st thou Sir Erik in scarlet array'd	A
I've wedded thy daughter the beautiful maid	A
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And who art thou Rider what feat hast thou done	R
No nidering coward shall e'er be my son	R
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O far have I wander'd renown'd is my name	S
The heroes I conquer'd wherever I came	S
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Han Elland 't is true long disputed the ground	P
But yet he receiv'd from my hand his death wound	P
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Sir Erik then alter'd his countenance quite	L
And out hurried he in the gloom of the night	L
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Fill high little Kirstin my best drinking cup	T
And be the brown liquor with poison mixt up	T
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She gave him the draught and returning with speed	M
Young gallant said he thou must taste my old mead	M
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Sir Fridleif unbuckled his helmet and drank	U
Sweat sprung from his forehead his features grew blank	U
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I never have drain'd since the day I was born	V
A bitterer draught from a costlier horn	V
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My course is completed my life is summ'd up	T
For treason I smell in the dregs of the cup	T
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Sir Erik then said while he stamp'd on the ground	P
Young knight 't is thy fortune to die like a hound	P
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My best belov'd friend thou didst boast to have slain	W
And I have aveng'd him by giving thee bane	W
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Not Helga but Hela shall now be thy bride	X
Dark blue are her cheeks and she looks stony eyed	X
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Sir Erik thy words are both witty and wise	Y
And hell when it has thee will have a rich prize	Y
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Convey unto Helga her gold ring so red	I
Be sure to inform her when Fridleif is dead	I
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But flame shall give water and marble shall bleed	M
Before thou shalt win by this treacherous deed	M
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And I will not die like a hound in the straw	Z
But go like a hero to Odin and Thor	A2
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He cut himself thrice with his keen cutting glaive	F
And went to Valhalla the way of the brave	F
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The knight bade his daughter come into the room	B2
Look here my sweet child on thy merry bridegroom	B2
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She look'd on the body and gave a wild start	C2
O father why hadst thou so cruel a heart	C2
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She moan'd and lamented she rav'd and she curst	C2
She look'd on her love till her very eyes burst	C2
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At midnight Sir Erik was standing there mute	C2
With two pallid corses beside his cold foot	C2
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He stood stiff and still and when morning light came	S
He stood like a post without life in his frame	S
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The youth and the maid were together interr'd	C2
Sir Erik could not from his posture be stirr'd	C2
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He stood there as stiffly for thirty long days	D2
And look'd on the earth with a petrified gaze	D2
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'T is said on the night of the thirtieth long day	C2
To dust and to ashes he moulder'd away	C2

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