Je suis une brebis qui court dans les œillets.
Elle tremble, et sa voix semble toute mouillée
Lorsque l’on voit le jour succéder à la nuit :
Car l’aurore est bien froide avant que la brebis
Dans le pur arc-en-ciel soit tout ensoleillée…
Renais, soleil ! Du fond des cirques ténébreux.
Renaissez, renaissez, Mystères glorieux,
Par la brebis qui tremble...
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From the Swedish by William Strong
From the “Frithiof Saga,” Canto XI.’T IS time to tell how Angantyr,
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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. -
Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark,
Her cheeks’ pale opal burnt with a red and restless spark.Never was lady of Milan nobler in name and in race;
Never was lady of Italy fairer to see in the face.Never was lady on earth more true as woman and wife,
Larger in judgment and instinct, prouder in manners and life.She...