How lovely art thou in thy tresses of foam,
And yet the warm blood in my bosom grows chill,
When yelling thou rollest thee down from thy home,
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Fair Agnes alone on the sea-shore stood,
Then rose a Merman from out the flood:
“Now, Agnes, hear what I say to thee,
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King Christian stood beside the mast;
Smoke, mixt with flame,
Hung o’er his guns, that rattled fast
Against the Gothmen, as they pass’d:
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When from our ships we bounded,
I heard, with fear astounded,
The storm of Thorgerd’s waking,
From Northern vapours breaking;
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I clomb in haste my dappled steed,
And gallop'd far o'er mount and mead;
And when the day drew nigh its close,
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On Dovrefeld, in Norway,
Were once together seen
The twelve heroic brothers
Of Ingeborg, the queen:
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Here have I stood, the pride of the park,
In winter with snow on my frozen bark;
In spring ‘mong the flowers that smiling she spread,
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The evening shadows fall upon the grave
On which I sit; it is no common heap,—
Below its turf are laid the bones of one,
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Six score there were, six score and ten,
From Hald that rode that day;
And when they came to Brattingsborg
They pitch’d their pavilion gay.
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Pale the moon her light was shedding
O’er the landscape far and wide;
Calmly bright, all ills undreading,
Emma wander’d by my side.
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