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But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth	A
And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth	A
But they twain arose together and with both her palms outspread	B
And bathed in the light returning she cried aloud and said	B
All hail O Day and thy Sons and thy kin of the coloured things	C
Hail following Night and thy Daughter that leadeth thy wavering wings	C
Look down With unangry eyes on us today alive	D
And give us the hearts victorious and the gain for which we strive	D
All hail ye Lords of God home and ye Queens of the House of Gold	B
Hail thou dear Earth that bearest and thou Wealth of field and fold	B
Give us your noble children the glory of wisdom and speech	E
And the hearts and the hands of healing and the mouths and hands that teach	E
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Then they turned and were knit together and oft and o'er again	F
They craved and kissed rejoicing and their hearts were full and fain	G
Then Sigurd looketh upon her and the words from his heart arise	H
Thou art the fairest of earth and the wisest of the wise	H
O who art thou that lovest I am Sigurd e'en as I told	B
I have slain the Foe of the Gods and gotten the Ancient Gold	B
And great were the gain of thy love and the gift of mine earthly days	I
If we twain should never sunder as we wend on the changing ways	I
O who art thou that lovest thou fairest of all things born	J
And what meanest thy sleep and thy slumber in the wilderness forlorn	J
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She said I am one that loveth I was born of the earthly folk	K
But of old Allfather took me from the Kings and their wedding yoke	K
And he called me the Victory Wafter and I went and came as he would	B
And I chose the slain for his war host and the days were glorious and good	B
Till the thoughts of my heart overcame me and the pride of my wisdom and speech	E
And I scorned the earth folk's Framer and the Lord of the world I must teach	E
For the death doomed I caught from the sword and the fated life I slew	L
And I deemed that my deeds were goodly and that long I should do and undo	L
But Allfather came against me and the God in his wrath arose	M
And he cried Thou hast thought in thy folly that the Gods have friends and foes	M
That they wake and the world wends onward that they sleep and the world slips back	N
That they laugh and the world's weal waxeth that they frown and fashion the the wrack	N
Thou hast cast up the curse against me it shall fall aback on thine head	B
Go back to the sons of repentance with the children of sorrow wed	B
For the Gods are great unholpen and their grief is seldom seen	O
And the wrong that they will and must be is soon as it had not been '	-
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Yet I thought Shall I wed in the world shall I gather grief on the earth	A
Then the fearless heart shall I wed and bring the best to birth	A
And fashion such tales for the telling that Earth shall be holpen at least	B
If the Gods think scorn of its fairness as they sit at the changeless feast '	-
Then somewhat smiled Allfather and he spake 'So let it be	P
The doom thereof abideth the doom of me and thee	P
Yet long shall the time pass over ere thy waking day be born	J
Fare forth and forget and be weary 'neath the Sting of the Sleepful Thorn '	-
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'So I came to the head of Hindfell and the ruddy shields and white	B
And the wall of the wildfire wavering around the isle of night	B
And there the Sleep thorn pierced me and the slumber on me fell	Q
And the night of nameless sorrows that hath no tale to tell	Q
Now I am she that loveth and the day is nigh at hand	B
When I who have ridden the sea realm and the regions of the land	B
And dwelt in the measureless mountains and the forge of stormy days	I
Shall dwell in the house of my fathers and the land of the people's praise	I
And there shall hand meet hand and heart by heart shall beat	B
And the lying down shall be joyous and the morn's uprising sweet	B
Lo now I look on thine heart and behold of thine inmost will	R
That thou of the days wouldst hearken that our portion shall fulfil	R
But O be wise of man folk and the hope of thine heart refrain	G
As oft in the battle's beginning ye vex the steed with the rein	G
Lest at last in the latter ending when the sword hath hushed the horn	J
His limbs should be weary and fail and his might be over worn	J
O be wise lest thy love constrain me and my vision wax o'er clear	S
And thou ask of the thing that thou shouldst not and the thing that thou wouldst not hear	T
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Know thou most mighty of men that the Norns shall order all	R
And yet without thine helping shall no whit of their will befall	R
Be wise 'tis a marvel of words and a mock for the fool and the blind	B
But I saw it writ in the heavens and its fashioning there did I find	B
And the night of the Norns and their slumber and the tide when the world runs back	N
And the way of the sun is tangled it is wrought of the dastard's lack	N
But the day when the fair earth blossoms and the sun is bright above	U
Of the daring deeds is it fashioned and the eager hearts of love	U
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Be wise and cherish thine hope in the freshness of the days	I
And scatter its seed from thine hand in the field of the people's praise	I
Then fair shall it fall in the furrow and some the earth shall speed	B
And the sons of men shall marvel at the blossom of the deed	B
But some the earth shall speed not nay rather the wind of the heaven	V
Shall waft it away from thy longing and a gift to the Gods hast thou given	V
And a tree for the roof and the wall in the house of the hope that shall be	P
Though it seemeth our very sorrow and the grief of thee and me	P
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Strive not with the fools of man folk for belike thou shalt overcome	W
And what then is the gain of thine hunting when thou bearest the quarry home	X
Or else shall the fool overcome thee and what deed thereof shall grow	Y
Nay strive with the wise man rather and increase thy woe and his woe	Y
Yet thereof a gain hast thou gotten and the half of thine heart hast thou won	V
If thou mayst prevail against him and his deeds are the deeds thou hast done	V
Yea and if thou fall before him in him shalt thou live again	F
And thy deeds in his hand shall blossom and his heart of thine heart shall be fain	G
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When thou hearest the fool rejoicing and he saith 'It is over and past	B
And the wrong was better than right and hate turns into love at the last	B
And we strove for nothing at all and the Gods are fallen asleep	Z
For so good is the world a growing that the evil good shall reap '	-
Then loosen thy sword in the scabbard and settle the helm on thine head	B
For men betrayed are mighty and great are the wrongfully dead	B
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Wilt thou do the deed and repent it thou hadst better never been born	J
Wilt thou do the deed and exalt it then thy fame shall be outworn	J
Thou shalt do the deed and abide it and sit on thy throne on high	A2
And look on today and tomorrow as those that never die	A2
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Love thou the Gods and withstand them lest thy fame should fail in the end	B
And thou be but their thrall and their bondsman who wert born for their very friend	B
For few things from the Gods are hidden and the hearts of men they know	J
And how that none rejoiceth to quail and crouch alow	R
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I have spoken the words belov e d to thy matchless glory and worth	A
But thy heart to my heart hath been speaking though my tongue hath set it forth	B2
For I am she that loveth and I know what thou wouldst teach	E
From the heart of thine unlearned wisdom and I needs must speak thy speech	E
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Then words were weary and silent but oft and o'er again	J
They craved and kissed rejoicing and their hearts were full and fain	J
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Then spake the Son of Sigmund Fairest and most of worth	A
Hast thou seen the ways of man folk a	C2

William Morris

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