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Poetic Edda - Cottle Trans.
Freyer, the son of Niorder, as he sat on (1) Hlid- skialfa, beholding the regions of the world; cast his eyes on the nation of the Jötunheimi, where he beheld a fair virgin as she passed through her father's house to a solitary apartment. He became suddenly very sad. Skirner was the servant of Freyer. Niorder called him and bid him enquire into the cause of his master's grief. While (2) Skada the wife of Niorder petulently said ---- Go Skirner! speedily enquire, Consum'd by what untam'd desire Of hidden lore, my son retreats Into his mansion's inmost seats? Ask him if wisdom will reside, With passion, envy, love, or pride? SKIRNER. My rashness will I fear bring down, Th' indignant eye, the scornful frown; Yet will I tempt his solitude, And sooth him if he think me rude. Chief of lineage divine! Long may thy princely virtues shine--- Tell me, for I wish to know, The story of thy bitter woe: Say why you shun the field and grove, And lonely thus your chambers rove. Should you my boldness disapprove, Forgive me --- 'tis the crime of love. FREYER. (3) Why gentle youth thus seek to know The hist'ry of my secret woe? The cheerful sun illumes the day, But leaves to gloom, my soul a prey. SKIRNER. Thy sorrows cannot be so great, But friendship may participate. In youth we wander'd gay compeers; Our sports the same --- the same our years: Then why the secret shun to tell To one who ever lov'd thee well. FREYER. (4) In Gimer's halls with stately pace, A virgin, deck'd by ev'ry Grace, Walking lone in beauty's pride, From Hlidskialfa I have spied. Her arms in marble lustre shone, And lucid glories danced along; A brighter day o'er ether spread, And ocean smil'd upon his bed. A stronger flame inspires my breast Than ever earth-born youth possest. Would that I were of mortal mould, Her charms unenvy'd to infold! But Gods malignant disapprove Immortals join'd to mortal love. SKIRNER. Grant from thy stalls with quickest speed A courser of etherial breed; That thro' the dun obscure of night May bear me clad in spectre light. Let me too the sword display, Round which the beamy lightnings play --- That sword portentous, gleaming far, Which scatters all the files of war. FREYER. Take from my stalls with quickest speed, A courser of etherial breed; That thro' the dun obscure of night May bear thee clad in spectre light. (5) Take too the sword which they who know Wisely to use, will on each foe Unsufferable splendors pour. SKIRNER, Addressing his Horse. (6) Midnight rules the fateful hour! Bright unnumber'd stars appear: The time of our departure's near. Let us the arduous toil pursue, And dip our feet in mountain dew. Together we will danger try, Together live, together die. Skirner was carried among the Jötunheimi, to the house of Gimer, where were a number of fierce dogs. He rides up to a Shepherd keeping sheep on a hill, and thus addresses him --- SKIRNER. Shepherd! art thou seated there To guard from wolves thy fleecy care? Or doom'd to spend thy lonesome days Guardian of these desert ways? (7) Gimer's dwelling lo! I seek, With lovely Gerda with to speak: Instruct me how it may be done, And teach me too those dogs to shun. SHEPHERD. Art thou to death foredoom'd a prey? Or dead, revisit'st thus the day? The dogs will never be beguil'd --- Thou can'st not speak with Gimer's child. SKIRNER. Good shepherd listen to the tale --- Death and life are in the scale! Worn with many an anguish'd sigh, One there is prepar'd to die: Already is the day decreed --- If I succeed not, he must bleed. GERDA. What noise is that assails my ear? Sounds of coming steps I hear! Earth a strange commotion feels! Gimer's tower terrific reels! MAID. A trav'ller to the gate draws nigh, With manly port and daring eye: Now healights from off his steed, And turns him forth at large to feed. GERDA. (8) Bid him welcome --- Maiden! haste --- Let him our metheglin taste: (9) Yet still I feel a secret fear, Some murderer approaches near. GERDA. Dost thou from th' Alsori come? Or 'mong the Asori is thy home? Or of the Vani? haply then, Wisest of the sons of men. Why alone --- no succour near--- Didst thou the (10) hostile fires dare? Whence could a worthy cause proceed To prompt thee to so mad a deed? SKIRNER. Not from th' Alsori do I come; Nor 'mong the Asori is my home; Nor me, the Vani honors grace, Deem'd wisest of the human race: Yet still the firey ways I trod Alone, that lead to thy abode. (11) Eleven apples, Maid! behold, I offer thee of radiant gold: That thou a favoring word would'st give, And bid the gentle Freyer live. GERDA. Know at no mortal beck I stand --- Cease thy offer --- I command. From Freyer will I keep aloof: He never comes beneath this roof. SKIRNER. Gerda! lo I offer more --- (12) The mighty ring that (13) Hermod bore Thro' Hela's flames; and thence retriev'd, The strange fecundine power receiv'd: Eight sister rings in weight and use, Ev'ry ninth night to produce. GERDA. Of thy presents talk no more --- I'll not take what Hermod bore. Gold I have, enough to spare: Niörder's wealth I will not share. SKIRNER. Maiden! see this sword divine With finely polish'd lustre shine: Soul of beauty! thou art dead --- Sever'd thy devoted head --- If resolv'd with proud disdain, Still to slight thy lover's pain. GERDA. My right, my freedom, and my hand, I yield to no proud foe's demand; While Gimer can his faulcion rear, I, nor thee, nor Freyer fear.
1. Hlidskialfa, the throne in the palace of Valaskialf, not at Valhalla as some have said. This throne was so situated, that any one sitting upon it might behold all the regions of the world. It properly belonged to Odin and Frigga, and perhaps the passion of Freyer was a punishment inflicted on him for his presumption in sitting there. [Back]
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