Hildebrand And Hellelil. Translated From The Danish Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Hellelil sitteth in bower there	A
None knows my grief but God alone	B
And seweth at the seam so fair	A
I never wail my sorrow to any other one	C
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But there whereas the gold should be	D
With silk upon the cloth sewed she	D
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Where she should sew with silken thread	E
The gold upon the cloth she laid	F
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So to the Queen the word came in	G
That Hellelil wild work doth win	G
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Then did the Queen do furs on her	H
And went to Hellelil the fair	A
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O swiftly sewest thou Hellelil	I
Yet nought but mad is thy sewing still	I
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Well may my sewing be but mad	J
Such evil hap as I have had	J
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My father was good king and lord	K
Knights fifteen served before his board	K
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He taught me sewing royally	I
Twelve knights had watch and ward of me	I
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Well served eleven day by day	L
To folly the twelfth did me bewray	A
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And this same was hight Hildebrand	M
The King's son of the English Land	M
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But in bower were we no sooner laid	F
Than the truth thereof to my father was said	E
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Then loud he cried o'er garth and hall	I
'Stand up my men and arm ye all	I
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'Yea draw on mail and dally not	N
Hard neck lord Hildebrand hath got '	-
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They stood by the door with glaive and spear	A
'Hildebrand rise and hasten here '	-
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Lord Hildebrand stroked my white white cheek	O
'O love forbear my name to speak	O
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'Yea even if my blood thou see	I
Name me not lest my death thou be '	-
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Out from the door lord Hildebrand leapt	P
And round about his good sword swept	P
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The first of all that he slew there	A
Were my seven brethren with golden hair	A
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Then before him stood the youngest one	C
And dear he was in the days agone	C
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Then I cried out 'O Hildebrand	M
In the name of God now stay thine hand	M
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'O let my youngest brother live	Q
Tidings hereof to my mother to give '	-
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No sooner was the word gone forth	R
Than with eight wounds fell my love to earth	S
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My brother took me by the golden hair	A
And bound me to the saddle there	A
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There met me then no littlest root	T
But it tore off somewhat of my foot	U
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No littlest brake the wild wood bore	A
But somewhat from my legs it tore	A
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No deepest dam we came unto	V
But my brother's horse he swam it through	V
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But when to the castle gate we came	W
There stood my mother in sorrow and shame	W
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My brother let raise a tower high	X
Bestrewn with sharp thorns inwardly	I
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He took me in my silk shirt bare	A
And cast me into that tower there	A
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And wheresoe'er my legs I laid	F
Torment of the thorns I had	J
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Wheresoe'er on feet I stood	Y
The prickles sharp drew forth my blood	Z
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My youngest brother me would slay	L
But my mother would have me sold away	L
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A great new bell my price did buy	X
In Mary's Church to hang on high	X
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But the first stroke that ever it strake	O
My mother's heart asunder brake	O
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So soon as her sorrow and woe was said	E
None knows my grief but God alone	C
In the arm of the Queen she sat there dead	E
I never tell my sorrow to any other one	C

William Morris

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