Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
Svend VonvedGeorge Borrow (18031881)
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He fain will battle with knights of pride.
“When may I look for thee once more here?
When roast the heifer, and spice the beer?”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
And ravens’ feathers are woxen white,
Then expect Svend Vonved home:
In all my days, I will never come.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“I hear, young gallant, that mad thou art;
Wherever thou goest, on land or sea,
Disgrace and shame shall attend on thee.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“Appease, O mother, appease thine ire!
Ne’er wish me any mischance to know,
For thou canst not tell how far I may go.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Thou never shalt perish in any fray;
Success shall be in thy courser tall,
Success in thyself which is best of all.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
In struggle with man, in battle with brute;
The Holy God and Saint Drotten dear
Shall guide and watch thee through thy career.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“I’ll range the mountain, and rove the plain,
Peasant and noble I’ll wound and slay;
All, all, for my father’s wrong shall pay.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
His spurs were clinking his heels upon,
His horse was springing, with bridle ringing,
While sat the warrior wildly singing.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Then met he by chance Sir Thulé Vang;
Sir Thulé Vang, with his twelve sons bold,
All cased in iron, the bright and cold.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
He fain would battle with knights so tried;
The proud Sir Thulé he first ran through,
And then, in succession, his sons he slew.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
It lists him farther to ride, to ride;
He rode along by the grené shaw,
The Brute-carl there with surprise he saw.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Upon his bosom a black bear snored;
And about his fingers with hair o’erhung,
The squirrel sported and weasel clung.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Or I will take it by force from thee.
Say, wilt thou quickly thy beasts forego,
Or venture with me to bandy a blow?”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Than thou my booty should get from me:
I never was bidden the like to do,
Since good King Esmer in fight I slew.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Why, then thou slewest dear father mine;
And soon, full soon, shalt thou pay for him,
With the flesh hackt off from thy every limb!”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
They both were dour, as the rocks are hard;
Forsooth, I tell you, their hearts were steeled,—
The one to the other no jot would yield.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
And so on the third they were fain to do;
But ere the fourth day reached the night,
The Brute-carl fell, and was slain outright.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Farther and farther he lists to ride;
He rode at the foot of a hill so steep,
There saw he a herd as he drove the sheep.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Listen, and give me answers fair.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Where do they eat the holiest meal?
Where does the sun go down to his seat?
And where do they lay the dead man’s feet?
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
What is clothed best in the monarch’s hall?
What cries more loud than cranes can cry?
And what in whiteness the swan outvie?
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Who ’neath his chin his nose doth bear?
What’s more black than the blackest sloe?
And what is swifter than a roe?
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
What is, by man, the most abhorred?
Where leads, where leads, the highest road up?
And say where the hottest of drink they sup?”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
They eat at the altar the holiest meal.
The sun in the West goes down to his seat:
And they lay to the East the dead man’s feet.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Man is clothed best in the monarch’s hall.
Thunder cries louder than cranes can cry.
Angels in whiteness the swan outvie.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
His nose ’neath his chin the elfin bears.
More black is sin than the blackest sloe:
And thought is swifter than any roe.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
The toad is, of all things, the most abhorred.
To paradise leads the highest road up:
And in hell the hottest of drink they sup.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
It lists him farther to ride, to ride:
He found upon the desolate wold
A burly knight, of aspect bold.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Where does the fish stand up in the flood?
Where do they mingle the best, best wine?
And where with his knights does Vidrick dine?
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.”
They drink in the North the wine so good.
In Halland’s hall does Vidrick dine,
With his swains around, and his warriors fine.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
At the foot of the knight the gold ring he threw;
“Go! say thou wert the very last man
Who gold from the hand of Svend Vonved wan.”
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Then in he went to his lonely bower,
There drank he the wine, the wine of power;
His much-loved harp he played upon
Till the strings were broken every one.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.