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So be it, I go.

And here will I bide;

Or better—down by the riverside, I hear Knut Gesling, with maidens and men.

There will you stay?

Till you come again.

In the hall there is gladness and revelry; The dancers foot it with jest and glee. The air weighed hot on my brow and breast; For Gudmund, he was not there.

Out here 'tis better: here's quiet and rest. How sweet is the cool night air!

That horrible thought! Oh, why should it be That wherever I go it follows me?