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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Knight Aagen And The Maiden Else</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was the fair knight Aagen<br>To an isle he went his way,<br>And plighted troth to Else,<br>Who was so fair a may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He plighted troth to Else<br>All with the ruddy gold,<br>But or ere that day’s moon came again<br>Low he lay in the black, black mould.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the maiden Else,<br>She was fulfilled of woe<br>When she heard how the fair knight Aagen<br>In the black mould lay alow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uprose the fair knight Aagen,<br>Coffin on back took he,<br>And he’s away to her bower,<br>Sore hard as the work might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that same chest on door he smote,<br>For the lack of flesh and skin;<br>“O hearken, maiden Else,<br>And let thy true-love in!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then answered maiden Else,<br>“Never open I my door,<br>But and if thou namest Jesu’s name<br>As thou hadst might before.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O hearken, maiden Else,<br>And open thou thy door,<br>For Jesu’s name I well may name<br>As I had might before!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then uprose maiden Else,<br>O’er her cheek the salt tears ran,<br>Nor spared she into her very bower<br>To welcome that dead man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, she’s taken up her comb of gold<br>And combed adown her hair,<br>And for every hair she combed adown<br>There fell a weary tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Hearken thou, knight Aagen,<br>Hearken, true-love, and tell,<br>If down-adown in the black, black earth<br>Thou farest ever well?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O whenso thou art joyous,<br>And the heart is glad in thee,<br>Then fares it with my coffin<br>That red roses are with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“But whenso thou art sorrowful<br>And weary is thy mood,<br>Then all within my coffin<br>Is it dreadful with dark blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Now is the red cock a-crowing,<br>To the earth adown must I;<br>Down to the earth wend all dead folk,<br>And I wend in company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Now is the black cock a-crowing,<br>To the earth must I adown,<br>For the gates of Heaven are opening now,<br>Thereto must I begone.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uprose the fair knight Aagen,<br>Coffin on back took he,<br>And he’s away to the churchyard now,<br>Sore hard as the work might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But so wrought maiden Else,<br>Because of her weary mood,<br>That she followed after own true love<br>All through the mirk wild wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the wood was well passed through,<br>And in the churchyard they were,<br>Then was the fair knight Aagen<br>Waxen wan of his golden hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when therefrom they wended<br>And were the church within,<br>Then was the fair knight Aagen<br>Waxen wan of cheek and chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Hearken thou, maiden Else,<br>Hearken, true-love, to me,<br>Weep no more for thine own troth-plight,<br>However it shall be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Look thou up to the heavens aloft,<br>To the little stars and bright,<br>And thou shalt see how sweetly<br>It fareth with the night!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked up to the heavens aloft,<br>To the little stars bright above<br>The dead man sank into his grave,<br>Ne’er again she saw her love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home then went maiden Else,<br>Mid sorrow manifold,<br>And ere that night’s moon came again<br>She lay alow in the mould.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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It was the fair knight Aagen
To an isle he went his way,
And plighted troth to Else,
Who was so fair a may.

He plighted troth to Else
All with the ruddy gold,
But or ere that day’s moon came again
Low he lay in the..."></div>
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