Friedrich von Oehlenschläger

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Portrait of Adam Oehlenschläger Adam Oehlenschläger The Gods of the North: an epic poem

But it was not Iduna’s form, that Frey long’d to embrace,
But thee, o Gerda! scion fair of Jotun’s swarthy race.
As thus he sat immers’d in thought, sudden his eye survey’d
His sister Freya; there she stood in linen white array’d,
With silver ringlets, like a dame in the decline of life,
Who on her beauty’s vanish’d spring looks back with inward grief.
She heard her brother’s plaintive sigh. “Unfortunate,” she said:
“Why didst thou Hlidskialf’s tower ascend? hath magic turn’d thy head?
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Portrait of Adam Oehlenschläger Adam Oehlenschläger The Gods of the North: an epic poem

Tis thou hast Valaskialf betray’d,
O Frey! since with thy sword hath fled
All vigour from thy jaded loins.
Fair Gerda with her luscious kiss
Sucks out, like leech, thy warmest blood;
Each time thou tastest Freya’s bliss,
Much joy it gives to Angurbod.
HEIMDAL.
With the dark wizard ’neath yon rock,
Upon my life, thou must have drank,
And here thou com’st, with liquor rank,
Our ears with ribald taunts to shock.
Thy sparks of wit proceed, I trow,
But from the fumes of mead and ale;
Its emptiness we all do know:
Thy sarcasms here must ever fail.
LOK.
Ha!
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Portrait of Adam Oehlenschläger Adam Oehlenschläger The Gods of the North: an epic poem

Aloft she bears them on her wings to Freya’s blissful hall.
Nanna she gave to Balder’s arms; and pitying Signe’s fate,
Burst Hagbarth’s noose, and from the tree bore him to Folkvang’s gate.
Now Hædur, fumbling through the hall, cheerless and sullen goes;
He mutters words in Vidar’s ears, the god with the thick shoes:
Stone blind is Hædur, though robust, the sovereign of the night;
A tunick black as jet he wears with silver stars bedight. [208]
The secrets of eternity are all to Vidar known
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