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 Is starred thick with jewels, That bright are and rare; But gifts yet more princely Jarl Egill bestows, For girdle, his great arm Around thee he throws; The bark of a sea-king For palace, gives he, While mad waves and winds shall Thy true subjects be. So richly Jarl Egill endowed his bright bride.

Nay, frown not, nor shrink thus, Nor toss so thy head, 'Tis a Vikingir asks thee, Land-maiden, to wed! He skills not to woo thee, In trembling and fear, Though lords of the land may Thus troop with the deer. The cradle he rock'd in So sound and so long, Hath framed him a heart And a hand that are strong: