Talhjolde, Horsk Olf

Talhjolde, Horsk Olf

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Imperial University Press, 3E 421

"I look upon this mighty view

It nestles firm against my heart

Of all that rests beneath Sky's blue

I yearn but for my matching part."

So spoke the Maid so icy fair

Who yet did go without a [spouse] [1]

But when her suitors gathered there

Not one showed worth to offer vows

The Clouds could blot away the Sun

But Wind could blow away the Clouds

The Mountain barred the Wind's fair run

And Sun's bright light left Mountain cowed [2]

She sighed and wished the one for her

When wolfish voice said at her side

"Frost Maid, so fair, do not despair

On one a maid need not decide."

"The fight of life will often sting

And love will help you see it through

So marry each for what they bring

And forge your clan from [this] mighty view."

Footnotes:

[1] The original Nordic word does not have an exact translation, but "spouse" is its closest equivalent.

[2] In the original, this line conveys a sense of smothering or drowning.