“ Of palms, verdant palms, to the stripling so clever,
Who caught thee, though lightning fleet.”
Again to his eye a fair vision was given,
A being angelical stood in the heaven.
In morn’s fresh rose-hues drest
Stood the spirit blest.
As shines from above
The starlet of love
So kindled his glance toward earth’s gentle child.
As the maid to her beckons the youth she loves dearly,
When vespers are chiming and Luna shines clearly,
So toward him beckoned the Angel, and smil’d.
p. 21With rapture the songster took thither his way,
Where the winged one of heaven stood beauteous and gay. ”

“ And from every maiden a crown of gold.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
The King he answered Berngerd thus:
“Madam, crave something less of us,
For many a maid lives ’neath our sway
To ’scape from death could the like not pay.” ”

“ Not in vain thy bright lamp the grave’s mystery shews,
The bard will obey thee with joy.”
Again there appeared in the dreams of the stripling
A being who held him intent;
It came as in flood come the high billows rippling,
Like billows when ebbing it went.
p. 19Though the look of an aged and slow female wearing,
It ran like the breezes in spring time careering,
Full often it vanished with threatening bearing. ”