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 Last night we left, but not for that The revel or the banquet ceased; With banner'd pole and wreathed hat, Up over bank, on over brae, Our comrades brought us on our way.

The mountain-side we danced along, In couples now, and now in groups,—

Drank luscious wine from silver stoups,—

Awoke the summer night with song,—

And the thick mist before our feet Beat an obsequious retreat.

And now your way lies—?

To the town Before us.

To my parents' home.

First over yonder peak, then down To the fjord haven in the west; On Egir's courser through the foam Ride homeward to the bridal feast,— So to the sunny south together Like paired swans in their first flight