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 Their stony eyes moveless, Did glare on me long, Then sullen they chanted: The Sword and the Song Prevail with the gentle, Sore chasten the rude, And sway to their purpose Each evil-shaped mood!" Fair Daughter of Einar, I've sung the dark lay That the Weird sisters runed, and Which thou must obey. So fondly Jarl Egill loved Einar's proud daughter.

The curl of that proud lip, The flash of that eye, The swell of that bosom, So full and so high, Like foam of sea-billow, Thy white bosom shows, Like flash of red levin Thine eagle eye glows: Ha! firmly and boldly, So stately and free,