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Unfilled, as I wot, And open doth stand The gap of son rent By the greedy surge. UNFILLED AS I WOT AND OPEN DOTH STAND THE GAP OF SUN RENT BY THE GREEDY SURGE
esy, prize of Odin, Promise now I may not, A draught drawn not lightly From deep thought's dwelling. <strong>2.</strong> 'Forth it flows but hardly; For within my breast Heaving sobbing stifles Hindered stream of song Blessed boon to mortals Brought from Odin's kin, Goodly treasure, stolen From Giant-land of yore. <strong>3.</strong> 'He, who so blameless Bore him in life, O'erborne by billows With boat was whelmed. Sea-wavesflood that whilom Welled from giant's wound Smite upon the grave-gate Of my sire and son. <strong>4.</strong> 'Dwindling now my kindred Draw near to their end, Ev'n as forest-saplings Felled or tempest-strown. Not gay or gladsome Goes he who beareth Body of kinsman On funeral bier. <strong>5.</strong> 'Of father fallen First I may tell; Of much-loved mother Must mourn the loss. Sad store hath memory For minstrel skill, A wood to bloom leafy With words of song. <strong>6.</strong> 'Most woful the breach, Where the wave in-brake On the fenced hold Of my father's kin. SEA HAVING PREVIOUSLY LOST HIS SON GUNNA MUCH DOTH IT TASK ME MY TONGUE TO MOVE THROUGH MY THROAT TO UTTER THE BREATH OF SONG POSEY PRIZE OF ODIN PROMISE NOW I MAY NOT A DRAUGHT DRAWN NOT LIGHTLY FROM DEEP THOUGHT'S DWELLING FORTH IT FLOWS BUT HARDLY FOR WITHIN MY BREAST HEAVING SOBBING STIFLES HINDERED STREAM OF SONG BLESSED BOON TO MORTALS BROUGHT FROM ODIN'S KING GOODLY TREASURE STOLEN FROM GIANT LAND OF YORE HE WHO SO BLAMELESS BORE HIM IN LIFE O'ER BORNE BY BILLOWS WITH BOAT WAS WOUND SEA WAVES FLOOD THAT WILL OOM WELL FROM GIANT'S WOUND SMITE UPON THE GRAVE GATE OF MY SIREN SON DWINDLING NOW MY KINDRED DRAW NEAR TO THEIR END EVEN AS FOREST SAPLINGS FELLED OR TEMPEST STROWN NOT GAY OR GLADSOME GOES HE WHO BEARETH BODY OF KINSMAN ON FUNERAL BEER OF FATHER FALLEN FIRST I MAY TELL OF MUCH LOVED MOTHER MUST MOURN THE LOSS SAD STORE HATH MEMORY FOR MINSTREL SKILL A WOOD TO BLOOM LEAFY WITH WORDS OF SONG MOST WOFUL THE BREACH WHERE THE WAVE IN BREAK ON THE FENCED HOLD OF MY FATHER'S KIN
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