Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Narrative Poems: III. NorselandFrithiof at the Court of Angantyr
Esaias Tegnér (17821846)From the “Frithiof Saga,” Canto
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The earl, was seated then
High in his hall of stately fir,
Carousing with his men.
Thence he surveyed, in merry mood,
The day-car as it rolled;
Now cleaving through the purple flood,
All like a swan of gold.
Old Halvar, kept good heed;
One eye upon the foamy main,
One on the frothy mead.
Oft as the veteran’s dole came round,
He quaffed till all was drawn;
Then straight, with gravity profound,
Replaced the exhausted horn.
Whilst loud the warder cried,
“The billows, laboring toward the shore,
I see a vessel ride.
Wrestling with death, pale rowers strain,
And now they touch the land;
And ghastly forms, by giants twain,
Are strewed along the strand.”
Looked from his hall on high:
“Yon pennon is Ellida’s sail;
Frithiof, I ween, is nigh.
That noble port, that lofty brow,
Old Thorsten’s son declares;
Such cognizance, brave youth, as thou,
No gallant Northman bears.”
The Berserk Atlè flew;
O’er whose gaunt visage, gore-stained hair
A sable horror threw.
“I haste,” he roared, “intent to brave
This sword-subduer’s spell,
Who peace or truce ne’er deigned to crave,
As vaunting rumors tell.”
Rushed forth with fierce delight;
They whirled the club, they waved the sword,
Impatient for the fight.
Thus storming, to the beach they hied,
Where Frithiof on the sand
Seated, by spent Ellida’s side,
Cheered his disheartened band.
“Were feat of light emprise,
Yet generous Atlè grants a choice,
Ere luckless Frithiof dies.
For proffered peace deign once to sue,
Else all unwont to plead,
Thy steps, myself, as comrade true,
To yonder keep will lead.”
In ire, the Bold replied,
“Ere Frithiof wear a suppliant tongue,
Be the fresh battle tried.”
Then from each sunburnt warrior’s steel
The lightning flashes came,
And Angurvadel’s runes reveal
Dark fate, in signs of flame.
The clattering death-strokes beat;
Till, cleft at once, each shield’s bossed mail
Falls clanging at their feet.
Yet, proof alike ’gainst fear and ruth,
They played the desperate stake;
But keen was Angurvadel’s tooth,
And Atlè’s falchion brake.
Ne’er dyed this gallant blade:
So, list thee to prolong the strife,
Be equal war essayed.”
Like billows driven by autumn’s blast,
The champions met and closed;
In mutual clutch locked firm and fast,
Their steel-clad breasts opposed.
Meet on their cliff of snow;
Grappled like eagles o’er the sea,
That frets its waves below.
Such force had well-nigh torn the rock,
Deep-rooted, from its bed;
And, shaken less, the iron oak
Had bowed its leafy head.
Cold heaves each laboring chest,
Touched by their tread, stone, bush, and knoll
Start from their ancient rest.
Trembling, their sturdy followers wait
The issue of the fray;
And oft shall Northern lips relate
The wrestling of that day.
Has felled his ponderous size;
And ’neath that knee, a giant length,
Supine the Viking lies.
“But fails my sword, thou Berserk swart!”
The voice rang far and wide,
“Its point should pierce thy inmost heart,
Its hilt should drink the tide.”
Undaunted Atlè spoke,
“Hence, fearless quest thy distant brand!
Thus I abide the stroke:
To track Valhalla’s path of light,
In arms immortal shine,—
My destiny, perchance, this night,
To-morrow may be thine!”
To close the dread debate,
His blade redeemed ’gainst Atlè bent,
And aimed the expected fate.
But reckless courage holds a charm
Can kindred wrath surcease;
This quelled his ire, this checked his arm,
Outstretched the hand of peace.
Waving his staff of white:
“But little boots our banquet here,
That Hildur’s cates invite;
For you must stand the savory meat
Untouched in reeking row,
For you these lips be parched with heat,
Halvar his horn forego.”
Have passed the spacious gate,
Whose valves to Frithiof’s view disclose
Wonders of wealth and state.
For planks, his walls’ rude vest, scant aid
To exclude the piercing cold,
Rich skins with glittering flowers o’erlaid,
Berries of pendent gold.
With stifling splendor shone;
But glowed within the caverned wall
A hearth of polished stone.
No sooty clouds the roof defaced,
The polished plank distained;
Glass neatly squared the windows graced;
The door a lock restrained.
Diffused a flickering gleam,
From branching silver shed, bright rays
Rivalled the solar beam.
He saw the table’s ample sweep
A larded hart adorn,
With gold-hoof raised for menaced leap,
And leaf in grove of horn.
Appeared a virgin-form;
So locks the star of beauty’s queen,
Soft, o’er a sky of storm.
There nut-brown ringlets circling flowed;
There sparkled eyes of blue;
And, as a flower ’midst runes, there glowed
Small lips of roseate hue.
Sat Angantyr sedate;
Bright as the sun his burnished helm,
As bright his gilded plate.
His mantle, rich with many a gem,
Strewed the bespangled ground;
Along whose border’s purple hem
The spotless ermine wound.
His gallant guest to greet,
And led, with many a gracious phrase,
To honor’s nearest seat.
“What place a comrade’s cherished name
Might ask for Thorsten’s son
Is thine, brave youth; the due of fame,
By peerless valor won.”
Their treasured nectar gave;
Not Etna’s fire could sparkle more,
More froth Charybdis’ wave.
“Come, pledge the memory of my friend,
Be welcome pledged,” he said,
“And let the brimming goblet blend
The living and the dead.”
Whilst jest and social joys engage,
Swift the night-watches fled;
Freighted with mirth, not fraught with rage,
The golden goblet sped;
A health to Angantyr they shout,
At the close of each regale:
And Frithiof wears the winter out,
Ere swells Ellida’s sail.