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 ting with crazy wenches:-
 * lies and accursed stuff!
 * [Gazes long upwards.]
 * Yonder sail two brown eagles.
 * Southward the wild geese fly.
 * And here I must splash and stumble
 * in quagmire and filth knee-deep!
 * [Springs up.]
 * I'll fly too! I will wash myself clean in
 * the bath of the keenest winds!
 * I'll fly high! I will plunge myself fair in
 * the glorious christening-font!
 * I will soar far over the saeter;
 * I will ride myself pure of soul;
 * I will forth o'er the salt sea waters,
 * and high over Engelland's prince!
 * Ay, gaze as ye may, young maidens;
 * my ride is for none of you;
 * you're wasting your time in waiting-!
 * Yet maybe I'll swoop down, too.-
 * What has come of the two brown eagles-?
 * They've vanished, the devil knows where!-
 * There's the peak of a gable rising;
 * it's soaring on every hand:
 * it's growing from out the ruins;-
 * see, the gateway is standing wide!
 * Ha-ha, yonder house, I know it;
 * it's grandfather's new-built farm!
 * Gone are the clouts from the windows;
 * the crazy old fence is gone.
 * The lights gleam from every casement;
 * there's a feast in the hall to-night.
 * There, that was the provost clinking
 * the back of his knife on his glass;-
 * there's the captain flinging his bottle,
 * and shivering the mirror to bits.-