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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Story of Sigurd the Volsung (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth,<br> And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth;<br> But they twain arose together, and with both her palms outspread,<br> And bathed in the light returning, she cried aloud and said:<br> "All hail, O Day and thy Sons, and thy kin of the coloured things!<br> Hail, following Night, and thy Daughter that leadeth thy wavering wings!<br> Look down With unangry eyes on us today alive,<br> And give us the hearts victorious, and the gain for which we strive!<br> All hail, ye Lords of God-home, and ye Queens of the House of Gold!<br> Hail, thou dear Earth that bearest, and thou Wealth of field and fold!<br> Give us, your noble children, the glory of wisdom and speech,<br> And the hearts and the hands of healing, and the mouths and hands that teach!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then they turned and were knit together; and oft and o'er again<br> They craved, and kissed rejoicing, and their hearts were full and fain.<br> Then Sigurd looketh upon her, and the words from his heart arise:<br> "Thou art the fairest of earth, and the wisest of the wise;<br> O who art thou that lovest? I am Sigurd, e'en as I told;<br> I have slain the Foe of the Gods, and gotten the Ancient Gold;<br> And great were the gain of thy love, and the gift of mine earthly days,<br> If we twain should never sunder as we wend on the changing ways.<br> O who art thou that lovest, thou fairest of all things born?<br> And what meanest thy sleep and thy slumber in the wilderness forlorn?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She said: "I am one that loveth: I was born of the earthly folk,<br> But of old Allfather took me from the Kings and their wedding yoke:<br> And he called me the Victory-Wafter, and I went and came as he would,<br> And I chose the slain for his war-host, and the days were glorious and good,<br> Till the thoughts of my heart overcame me, and the pride of my wisdom and speech,<br> And I scorned the earth-folk's Framer and the Lord of the world I must teach:<br> For the death-doomed I caught from the sword, and the fated life I slew,<br> And I deemed that my deeds were goodly, and that long I should do and undo.<br> But Allfather came against me and the God in his wrath arose;<br> And he cried: `Thou hast thought in thy folly that the Gods have friends and foes,<br> That they wake, and the world wends onward, that they sleep, and the world slips back,<br> That they laugh, and the world's weal waxeth, that they frown and fashion the the wrack:<br> Thou hast cast up the curse against me; it shall fall aback on thine head;<br> Go back to the sons of repentance, with the children of sorrow wed!<br> For the Gods are great unholpen, and their grief is seldom seen,<br> And the wrong that they will and must be is soon as it had not been.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Yet I thought: `Shall I wed in the world,shall I gather grief on the earth?<br> Then the fearless heart shall I wed, and bring the best to birth,<br> And fashion such tales for the telling, that Earth shall be holpen at least,<br> If the Gods think scorn of its fairness, as they sit at the changeless feast.'<br> "Then somewhat smiled Allfather; and he spake: 'So let it be!<br> The doom thereof abideth; the doom of me and thee.<br> Yet long shall the time pass over ere thy waking day be born:<br> Fare forth, and forget and be weary 'neath the Sting of the Sleepful Thorn!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'So I came to the head of Hindfell and the ruddy shields and white,<br> And the wall of the wildfire wavering around the isle of night;<br> And there the Sleep-thorn pierced me, and the slumber on me fell,<br> And the night of nameless sorrows that hath no tale to tell.<br> Now I am she that loveth; and the day is nigh at hand<br> When I, who have ridden the sea-realm and the regions of the land,<br> And dwelt in the measureless mountains and the forge of stormy days,<br> Shall dwell in the house of my fathers and the land of the people's praise;<br> And there shall hand meet hand, and heart by heart shall beat,<br> And the lying-down shall be joyous, and the morn's uprising sweet.<br> Lo now, I look on thine heart and behold of thine inmost will,<br> That thou of the days wouldst hearken that our portion shall fulfil;<br> But O, be wise of man-folk, and the hope of thine heart refrain!<br> As oft in the battle's beginning ye vex the steed with the rein,<br> Lest at last in the latter ending, when the sword hath hushed the horn,<br> His limbs should be weary and fail, and his might be over-worn.<br> O be wise, lest thy love constrain me, and my vision wax o'er-clear,<br> And thou ask of the thing that thou shouldst not, and the thing that thou wouldst not hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Know thou, most mighty of men, that the Norns shall order all,<br> And yet without thine helping shall no whit of their will befall;<br> Be wise! 'tis a marvel of words, and a mock for the fool and the blind;<br> But I saw it writ in the heavens, and its fashioning there did I find:<br> And the night of the Norns and their slumber, and the tide when the world runs back,<br> And the way of the sun is tangled, it is wrought of the dastard's lack.<br> But the day when the fair earth blossoms, and the sun is bright above,<br> Of the daring deeds is it fashioned and the eager hearts of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Be wise, and cherish thine hope in the freshness of the days,<br> And scatter its seed from thine hand in the field of the people's praise;<br> Then fair shall it fall in the furrow, and some the earth shall speed,<br> And the sons of men shall marvel at the blossom of the deed:<br> But some the earth shall speed not: nay rather, the wind of the heaven<br> Shall waft it away from thy longing--and a gift to the Gods hast thou given,<br> And a tree for the roof and the wall in the house of the hope that shall be,<br> Though it seemeth our very sorrow, and the grief of thee and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Strive not with the fools of man-folk: for belike thou shalt overcome;<br> And what then is the gain of thine hunting when thou bearest the quarry home?<br> Or else shall the fool overcome thee, and what deed thereof shall grow?<br> Nay, strive with the wise man rather, and increase thy woe and his woe;<br> Yet thereof a gain hast thou gotten; and the half of thine heart hast thou won<br> If thou mayst prevail against him, and his deeds are the deeds thou hast done;<br> Yea, and if thou fall before him, in him shalt thou live again,<br> And thy deeds in his hand shall blossom, and his heart of thine heart shall be fain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "When thou hearest the fool rejoicing, and he saith, 'It is over and past,<br> And the wrong was better than right, and hate turns into love at the last,<br> And we strove for nothing at all, and the Gods are fallen asleep;<br> For so good is the world a-growing that the evil good shall reap:'<br> Then loosen thy sword in the scabbard and settle the helm on thine head,<br> For men betrayed are mighty, and great are the wrongfully dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Wilt thou do the deed and repent it? thou hadst better never been born:<br> Wilt thou do the deed and exalt it? then thy fame shall be outworn:<br> Thou shalt do the deed and abide it, and sit on thy throne on high,<br> And look on today and tomorrow as those that never die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Love thou the Gods--and withstand them, lest thy fame should fail in the end,<br> And thou be but their thrall and their bondsman, who wert born for their very friend:<br> For few things from the Gods are hidden, and the hearts of men they know,<br> And how that none rejoiceth to quail and crouch alow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "I have spoken the words, belov{`e}d, to thy matchless glory and worth;<br> But thy heart to my heart hath been speaking, though my tongue hath set it forth:<br> For I am she that loveth, and I know what thou wouldst teach<br> From the heart of thine unlearned wisdom, and I needs must speak thy speech."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then words were weary and silent, but oft and o'er again<br> They craved and kissed rejoicing, and their hearts were full and fain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then spake the Son of Sigmund: "Fairest, and most of worth,<br> Hast thou seen the ways of man-folk and the regions of the earth?<br> Then speak yet more of wisdom; for most meet meseems it is<br> That my soul to thy soul be shapen, and that I should know thy bliss."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So she took his right hand meekly, nor any word would say,<br> Not e'en of love or praising, his longing to delay;<br> And they sat on the side of Hindfell, and their fain eyes looked and loved,<br> As she told of the hidden matters whereby the world is moved:<br> And she told of the framing of all things, and the houses of the heaven;<br> And she told of the star-worlds' courses, and how the winds be driven;<br> And she told of the Norns and their names, and the fate that abideth the earth;<br> And she told of the ways of the King-folk in their anger and their mirth;<br> And she spoke of the love of women, and told of the flame that burns,<br> And the fall of mighty houses, and the friend that falters and turns,<br> And the lurking blinded vengeance, and the wrong that amendeth wrong,<br> And the hand that repenteth its stroke, and the grief that endureth for long:<br> And how man shall bear and forbear, and be master of all that is;<br> And how man shall measure it all, the wrath, and the grief, and the bliss.<br> "I saw the body of Wisdom, and of shifting guise was she wrought,<br> And I stretched out my hands to hold her, and a mote of the dust they caught;<br> And I prayed her to come for my teaching, and she came in the midnight dream--<br> And I woke and might not remember, nor betwixt her tangle deem:<br> She spake, and how might I hearken; I heard, and how might I know;<br> I knew, and how might I fashion, or her hidden glory show?<br> All things I have told thee of Wisdom are but fleeting images<br> Of her hosts that abide in the heavens, and her light that Allfather sees:<br> Yet wise is the sower that sows, and wise is the reaper that reaps,<br> And wise is the smith in his smiting, and wise is the warder that keeps:<br> And wise shalt thou be to deliver, and I shall be wise to desire;<br> --And lo, the tale that is told, and the sword and the wakening fire!<br> Lo now, I am she that loveth, and hark how Greyfell neighs,<br> And Fafnir's Bed is gleaming, and green go the downward ways,<br> The road to the children of men and the deeds that thou shalt do<br> In the joy of thy life-days' morning, when thine hope is fashioned anew.<br> Come now, O Bane of the Serpent, for now is the high-noon come,<br> And the sun hangeth over Hindfell and looks on the earth-folk's home;<br> But the soul is so great within thee, and so glorious are thine eyes,<br> And me so love constraineth, and mine heart that was called the wise,<br> That we twain may see men's dwellings and the house where we shall dwell,<br> And the place of our life's beginning, where the tale shall be to tell."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So they climb the burg of Hindfell, and hand in hand they fare,<br> Till all about and above them is nought but the sunlit air,<br> And there close they cling together rejoicing in their mirth;<br> For far away beneath them lie the kingdoms of the earth,<br> And the garths of men-folk's dwellings and the streams that water them,<br> And the rich and plenteous acres, and the silver ocean's hem,<br> And the woodland wastes and the mountains, and all that holdeth all;<br> The house and the ship and the island, the loom and the mine and the stall,<br> The beds of bane and healing, the crafts that slay and save,<br> The temple of God and the Doom-ring, the cradle and the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then spake the Victory-Wafter: "O King of the Earthly Age,<br> As a God thou beholdest the treasure and the joy of thine heritage,<br> And where on the wings of his hope is the spirit of Sigurd borne?<br> Yet I bid thee hover awhile as a lark alow on the corn;<br> Yet I bid thee look on the land 'twixt the wood and the silver sea<br> In the bight of the swirling river, and the house that cherished me!<br> There dwelleth mine earthly sister and the king that she hath wed;<br> There morn by morn aforetime I woke on the golden bed;<br> There eve by eve I tarried mid the speech and the lays of kings;<br> There noon by noon I wandered and plucked the blossoming things;<br> The little land of Lymdale by the swirling river's side,<br> Where Brynhild once was I called in the days ere my father died; <br> The little land of Lymdale 'twixt the woodland and the sea,<br> Where on thee mine eyes shall brighten and thine eyes shall beam on me."<br> "I shall seek thee there," said Sigurd, "when the day-spring is begun,<br> Ere we wend the world together in the season of the sun."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "I shall bide thee there," said Brynhild, "till the fulness of the days,<br> And the time for the glory appointed, and the springing-tide of praise."<br> From his hand then draweth Sigurd Andvari's ancient Gold;<br> There is nought but the sky above them as the ring together they hold,<br> The shapen ancient token, that hath no change nor end,<br> No change, and no beginning, no flaw for God to mend:<br> Then Sigurd cries: "O Brynhild, now hearken while I swear,<br> That the sun shall die in the heavens and the day no more be fair,<br> If I seek not love in Lymdale and the house that fostered thee,<br> And the land where thou awakedst 'twixt the woodland and the sea!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And she cried: "O Sigurd, Sigurd, now hearken while I swear<br> That the day shall die for ever and the sun to blackness wear,<br> Ere I forget thee, Sigurd, as I lie 'twixt wood and sea<br> In the little land of Lymdale and the house that fostered me!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then he set the ring on her finger and once, if ne'er again,<br> They kissed and clung together, and their hearts were full and fain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So the day grew old about them and the joy of their desire,<br> And eve and the sunset came, and faint grew the sunset fire,<br> And the shadowless death of the day was sweet in the golden tide;<br> But the stars shone forth on the world, and the twilight changed and died;<br> And sure if the first of man-folk had been born to that starry night,<br> And had heard no tale of the sunrise, he had never longed for the light:<br> But Earth longed amidst her slumber, as 'neath the night she lay,<br> And fresh and all abundant abode the deeds of Day.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538889" data-title="The Story of Sigurd the Volsung (excerpt) de William Morris" data-description="But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth; 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