the legend of skadi.
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And Njord could but listen, and go with his bride;
But there for his sea-haunts he drearily sighed.
But there for his sea-haunts he drearily sighed.
"O Skadi, come back to the warm, sunny surf!
The beach-sand is smoother than frost-bitten turf;
I like not, at midnight, the wolfs hungry howl,
The bear's stealthy footstep, the shriek of the owl.
The beach-sand is smoother than frost-bitten turf;
I like not, at midnight, the wolfs hungry howl,
The bear's stealthy footstep, the shriek of the owl.
"Nine sunsets, my Skadi, from sole love of thee,
I will give to the mountains, if only for three
With me thou wilt linger the blue wave beside;
The billows shall lull thee, my wild one, my bride!"
I will give to the mountains, if only for three
With me thou wilt linger the blue wave beside;
The billows shall lull thee, my wild one, my bride!"
Then down the steep gorges went Skadi and Njörd;
Like wind through the pine-woods they swept to the fiord,
And back in three mornings they hurried again,
Bearing up to the hill-tops the sigh of the main.
Like wind through the pine-woods they swept to the fiord,
And back in three mornings they hurried again,
Bearing up to the hill-tops the sigh of the main.
So hither and thither awhile swayed the pair:
But Njord sickened soon of the fresh inland air,
And once, as he scented afar the salt sea,
"No more of the mountains," he shouted, "for me!"
But Njord sickened soon of the fresh inland air,
And once, as he scented afar the salt sea,
"No more of the mountains," he shouted, "for me!"
