Hafbur And Signy. Translated From The Danish Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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King Hafbur King SiwardA
They needs must stir up strifeB
All about the sweetling SignyC
Who was so fair a wifeB
O wilt thou win me thenC
or as fair a maid as I beD
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It was the King's son HafburE
Woke up amid the nightA
And 'gan to tell of a wondrous dreamF
In swift words nowise lightA
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Me dreamed I was in HeavenC
Amid that fair abodeA
And my true love lay upon mine armG
And we fell from cloud to cloudA
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As there they sat the dames and maidsH
Of his words they took no keepI
Only his mother well belovedA
Heeded his dreamful sleepI
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Go get thee gone to the mountainC
And make no long delayJ
To the elve's eldest daughterE
For thy dream's areding prayJ
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So the King's son even HafburJ
Took his sword in his left handA
And he's away to the mountainC
To get speech of that Lily wandA
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He beat thereon with hand all bareJ
With fingers small and fineC
And there she lay the elve's daughterJ
And well wotted of that signC
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Bide hail Elve's sweetest daughterJ
As on skins thou liest fairJ
I pray thee by the God of HeavenC
My dream arede thou clearJ
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Me dreamed I was in heavenC
Yea amid that fair abodeA
And my true love lay upon mine armG
And we fell from cloud to cloudA
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Whereas thou dreamed'st thou wert in heavenC
So shalt thou win that mayJ
Dreamed'st thou of falling through the cloudsK
So falls for her thy life awayJ
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And if it lieth in my luckL
To win to me that mayJ
In no sorrow's stead it standeth meD
For her to cast my life awayJ
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Lord Hafbur lets his hair wax longM
And will have the gear of maysN
And he rideth to King Siward's houseO
And will well learn weaving waysN
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Lord Hafbur all his clothes let shapeP
In such wise as maidens doA
And thus he rideth over the landA
King Siward's daughter to wooA
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Now out amid the castle garthQ
He cast his cloak asideA
And goeth forth to the high bowerJ
Where the dames and damsels abideA
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Hail sit ye there dames and damselsN
Maids and queens kind and fairJ
And chiefest of all to the Dane King's daughterJ
If she abideth hereJ
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Hail sittest thou sweet King's daughterJ
A spinning the silken twineC
It is King Hafbur sends me hitherJ
To learn the sewing fineC
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Hath Hafbur sent thee here to meD
Then art thou a welcome guestA
And all the sewing that I canC
Shall I learn thee at my bestA
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And all the sewing that I canC
I shall learn thee lovinglyD
Out of one bowl shalt thou eat with meD
And by my nurse shalt thou lieR
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King's children have I eaten withS
And lain down by their sideA
Must I lie abed now with a very nurseN
Then woe is me this tideA
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Nay let it pass fair maidenC
Of me gettest thou no harmG
Out of one bowl shalt thou eat with meD
And sleep soft upon mine armG
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There sat they all the damselsN
And sewed full craftilyR
But ever the King's son HafburJ
With nail in mouth sat heD
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They sewed the hart they sewed the hindA
As they run through the wild wood greenC
Never gat Hafbur so big a bowlR
But the bottom soon was seenC
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In there came the evil nurseN
In the worst tide that might beD
Never saw I fair maidenC
Who could sew less craftilyR
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Never saw I fair maidenC
Seam worse the linen fineC
Never saw I noble maidenC
Who better drank the wineC
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This withal spake the evil nurseN
The nighest that she durstA
Never saw I yet fair maidenC
Of drink so sore athirstA
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So little a seam as ever she sewsN
Goes the needle into her mouthT
As big a bowl as ever she getsN
Out is it drunk forsoothT
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Ne'er saw I yet in maiden's headA
Two eyes so bright and boldA
And those two hands of her withalR
Are hard as the iron coldA
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Hearken sweet nurse whereso thou artA
Why wilt thou mock me stillR
Never cast I one word at theeT
Went thy sewing well or illR
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Still wilt thou mock still wilt thou spyR
Nought such thou hast of meT
Whether mine eyes look out or look inC
Nought do they deal with theeT
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O it was Hafbur the King's sonC
Began to sew at lastA
He sewed the hart and he sewed the hindA
As they flee from the hound so fastA
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He sewed the lily and he sewed the roseN
And the little fowls of the airJ
Then fell the damsels a marvellingM
For nought had they missed him thereJ
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Day long they sewed till the eveningM
And till the long night was deepI
Then up stood dames and maidensN
And were fain in their beds to sleepI
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So fell on them the evening tideA
O'er the meads the dew drave downC
And fain was Signy that sweet thingM
With her folk to bed to be goneC
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Therewith asked the King's son HafburJ
And whatten a bed for meT
O thou shalt sleep in the bower aloftA
And blue shall thy bolster beT
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She went before sweet SignyC
O'er the high bower's bridge arightA
And after her went HafburJ
Laughing from heart grown lightA
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Then kindled folk the waxlightsN
That were so closely twinedA
And after them the ill nurse wentA
With an ill thought in her mindA
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The lights were quenched the nurse went forthT
They deemed they were aloneC
Lord Hafbur drew off his kirtle redA
Then first his sword outshoneC
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Lord Hafbur mid his longing soreJ
Down on the bed he satA
I tell you of my soothfastnessN
His byrny clashed thereatA
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Then spake the darling SignyC
Out of her heart she saidA
Never saw I so rough a shirtA
Upon so fair a maidA
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She laid her hand on Hafbur's breastA
With the red gold all a blazeN
Why wax thy breasts in no such wiseN
As they wax in other maysN
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The wont it is in my father's landA
For maids to ride to the ThingM
Therefore my breasts are little of growthT
Beneath the byrny ringM
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And there they lay through the night so longM
The King's son and the mayJ
In talk full sweet but little of sleepI
So much on their minds there layJ
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Hearken sweet maiden SignyC
As here alone we lieR
Who is thy dearest in the worldA
And lieth thine heart most nighR
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O there is none in all the worldA
Who lieth so near to my heartA
As doth the bold King HafburJ
Ne'er in him shall I have a partA
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As doth the bold King HafburJ
That mine eyes shall never knowC
Nought but the sound of his gold wrought hornC
As he rides to the Thing and froC
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O is it Hafbur the King's sonC
That thy loved heart holdeth dearJ
Turn hither O my well belovedA
To thy side I lie so nearJ
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If thou art the King's son HafburJ
Why wilt thou shame me loveU
Why ridest thou not to my father's garthT
With hound and with hawk upon gloveU
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Once was I in thy father's garthT
With hound and hawk and allR
And with many mocks he said me nayC
In such wise did our meeting fallR
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All the while they talked togetherJ
They deemed alone they wereJ
But the false nurse ever stood close withoutA
And nought thereof she failed to hearJ
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O shame befall that evil nurseN
Ill tidings down she drewJ
She stole away his goodly swordA
But and his byrny newJ
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She took to her his goodly swordA
His byrny blue she had awayC
And she went her ways to the high bowerJ
Whereas King Siward layC
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Wake up wake up King SiwardA
Over long thou sleepest thereJ
The while the King's son HafburJ
Lies abed by Signy the fairJ
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No Hafbur is here and no King's sonC
That thou shouldst speak this wordA
He is far away in the east countriesN
Warring with knight and lordA
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Hold thou thy peace thou evil nurseN
And lay on her no lieR
Or else tomorn ere the sun is upV
In the bale fire shall ye dieR
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O hearken to this my lord and kingM
And trow me nought but trueJ
Look here upon his bright white swordA
But and his byrny blueJ
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Then mad of mind waxed SiwardA
Over all the house 'gan he cryR
Rise up O mighty men of mineC
For a hardy knight is anighU
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Take ye sword and shield in handA
And look that they be trueJ
For Hafbur the King hath guested with usN
Stiffnecked he is great deeds to doJ
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So there anigh the high bower doorJ
They stood with spear and glaiveU
Rise up rise up Young HafburJ
Out here we would thee haveU
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That heard the goodly SignyC
And she wrang her hands full soreJ
Hearken and heed O HafburJ
Who stand without by the doorJ
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Thank and praise to the King's son HafburJ
Manly he played and stoutA
None might lay hand upon himW
While the bed post yet held outA
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But they took him the King's son HafburJ
And set him in bolts new wroughtA
Then lightly he rent them asunderJ
As though they were leaden and noughtA
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Out and spake the ancient nurseN
And she gave a rede of illR
Bind ye him but in Signy's hairJ
So shall hand and foot lie stillR
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Take ye but one of Signy's hairsN
Hafbur's hands to bindA
Ne'er shall he rend them asunderJ
His heart to her is so kindA
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Then took they two of Signy's hairsN
Bonds for his hands to beT
Nor might he rive them asunderJ
So dear to his heart was sheT
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Then spake the sweetling SignyC
As the tears fast down her cheek did fallR
O rend it asunder HafburJ
That gift to thee I give withalR
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Now sat the King's son HafburJ
Amidst the castle hallR
And thronged to behold him man and maidA
But the damsels chiefest of allR
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They took him the King's son HafburJ
Laid bolts upon him in that placeN
And ever went Signy to and froJ
The weary tears fell down apaceN
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She speaketh to him in sorrowful moodA
This will I Hafbur for theeT
Piteous prayer for thee shall makeM
My mother's sisters threeT
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For my father's mind stands fast in thisN
To do thee to hang upon the boughX
On the topmost oak in the morning tideA
While the sun is yet but lowJ
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But answered thereto young HafburT
Out of a wrathful mindA
Of all heeds I heeded this was the lastA
To be prayed for by womankindA
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But hearken true love SignyC
Good heart to my asking turnC
When thou seest me swing on oaken boughX
Then let thy high bower burnC
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Then answered the noble SignyC
So sore as she must moanC
God to aid King's son HafburT
Well will I grant thy boonC
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They followed him King HafburT
Thick thronging from the castle bentA
And all who saw him needs must greetA
And in full piteous wise they wentA
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But when they came to the fair green meadA
Where Hafbur was to dieA
He prayed them hold a little whileR
For his true love would he tryA
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O hang me up my cloak of redA
That sight or my ending let me seeT
Perchance yet may King Siward rueT
My hanging on the gallows treeT
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Now of the cloak was Signy wareT
And sorely sorrow her heart did riveU
She thought The ill tale all is toldA
No longer is there need to liveU
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Straightway her damsels did she callR
As weary as she was of mindA
Come let us go to the bower aloftA
Game and glee for a while to findA
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Yea and withal spake SignyC
She spake a word of priceN
To day shall I do myself to deathT
And meet Hafbur in ParadiseN
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And whoso there be in this our houseN
Lord Hafbur's death that wroughtA
Good reward I give them nowC
To red embers to be broughtA
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So many there are in the King's garthT
Of Hafbur's death shall be gladA
Good reward for them to loseN
The trothplight mays they hadA
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She set alight to the bower aloftA
And it burned up speedilyT
And her good love and her great heartA
Might all with eyen seeT
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It was the King's son HafburT
O'er his shoulder cast his eyeA
And beheld how Signy's house of maidsN
On a red low stood on highA
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Now take ye down my cloak of redA
Let it lie on the earth a coldA
Had I ten lives of the world for oneC
Nought of them all would I holdA
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King Siward looked out of his window fairT
In fearful mood enowC
For he saw Hafbur hanging on oakM
And Signy's bower on a lowJ
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Out then spake a little pageY
Was clad in kirtle redA
Sweet Signy burns in her bower aloftA
With all her mays unwedA
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Therewithal spake King SiwardA
From rueful heart unfainC
Ne'er saw I two King's children erstA
Such piteous ending gainC
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But had I wist or heard it toldA
That love so strong should beT
Ne'er had I held those twain apartA
For all Denmark given meT
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O hasten and run to Signy's bowerT
For the life of that sweet thingM
Hasten and run to the gallows highA
No thief is Hafbur the KingM
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But when they came to Signy's bowerT
Low it lay in embers redA
And when they came to the gallows treeT
Hafbur was stark and deadA
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They took him the King's son HafburT
Swathed him in linen whiteA
And laid him in the earth of ChristA
By Signy his delightA
O wilt thou win me thenC
or as fair a maid as I beT

William Morris



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