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 'Twould ne'er set my heart desiring. With you I am rich enough here, meseems, With summer and sun and the murmuring streams, And the birds in the branches quiring. Dear sister mine—here shall my dwelling be; And to give any wooer my hand in fee, For that I am too busy, and my heart too full of glee!

[After a pause.] Gudmund Alfson coming hither! Hither—to Solhoug? No, no, it cannot be.—Signë heard him singing, she said! When I have heard the pine-trees moaning in the forest afar, when I have heard the waterfall thunder and the birds pipe their lure in the tree-*tops, it has many a time seemed to me as though, through it all, the sound of Gudmund's songs came blended. And yet he was far from here.—Signë has deceived herself. Gudmund cannot be coming.

[Entering, calls loudly.] An unlooked-for guest, my wife!

What guest?

Your kinsman, Gudmund Alfson! [Calls through the doorway on the right.] Let the