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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,<br>And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean run;<br>Glowing like the cheek of Freya, peeping rosebuds 'gin to ope,<br>And in human hearts awaken love of life, and joy, and hope.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now will hunt the ancient monarch, and the queen shall join the sport:<br>Swarming in its gorgeous splendor, is assembled all the Court;<br>Bows ring loud, and quivers rattle, stallions paw the ground alway,<br>And, with hoods upon their eyelids, scream the falcons for their prey.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See, the Queen of the Chase advances! Frithiof, gaze not at the sight!<br>Like a star upon a spring-cloud sits she on her palfrey white.<br>Half of Freya, half of Rota, yet more beauteous than these two,<br>And from her light hat of purple wave aloft the feathers blue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gaze not at her eyes' blue heaven, gaze not at her golden hair!<br>Oh beware! her waist is slender, full her bosom is, beware!<br>Look not at the rose and lily on her cheek that shifting play,<br>List not to the voice beloved, whispering like the wind of May.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now the huntsman's band is ready. Hurrah! over hill and dale!<br>Horns ring, and the hawks right upward to the hall of Odin sail.<br>All the dwellers in the forest seek in fear their cavern homes,<br>But, with spear outstretched before her, after them the Valkyr comes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">. . . . . . . . . .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then threw Frithiof down his mantle, and upon the greensward spread,<br>And the ancient king so trustful laid on Frithiof's knee his head,<br>Slept as calmly as the hero sleepeth, after war's alarm,<br>On his shield, or as an infant sleeps upon its mother's arm.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As he slumbers, hark! there sings a coal-black bird upon the bough;<br>'Hasten, Frithiof, slay the old man, end your quarrel at a blow:<br>Take his queen, for she is thine, and once the bridal kiss she gave,<br>Now no human eye beholds thee, deep and silent is the grave,'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Frithiof listens; hark! there sings a snow-white bird upon the bough:<br>'Though no human eye beholds thee, Odin's eye beholds thee now.<br>Coward! wilt thou murder sleep, and a defenceless old man slay!<br>Whatsoe'er thou winn'st, thou canst not win a hero's fame this way.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus the two wood-birds did warble: Frithiof took his war-sword good,<br>With a shudder hurled it from him, far into the gloomy wood.<br>Coal-black bird flies down to Nastrand, but on light, unfolded wings,<br>Like the tone of harps, the other, sounding towards the sun, upsprings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Straight the ancient king awakens. 'Sweet has been my sleep,' he said;<br>'Pleasantly sleeps one in the shadow, guarded by a brave man's blade.<br>But where is thy sword, O stranger? Lightning's brother, where is he?<br>Who thus parts you, who should never from each other parted be?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'It avails not,' Frithiof answered; 'in the North are other swords:<br>Sharp, O monarch! is the sword's tongue, and it speaks not peaceful words;<br>Murky spirits dwell in steel blades, spirits from the Niffelhem;<br>Slumber is not safe before them, silver locks but anger them.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></strong></div>