Hoist up your sails of silk, And flee away from each other. They say, that through heat and through cold, Through weald, they say, and through wold, By day and by night, they say, She has fled; and the gossips report And the town is all in dismay. And flee away from each other. It is whispered King Olaf has seen, And they wonder how it will end; And flee away from each other. O, greatest wonder of all! It is published in hamlet and hall, It roars like a flame that is fanned! The King—yes, Olaf the King Has wedded her with his ring, And Thyri is Queen in the land! Hoist up your sails of silk, And flee away from each other. XVI. QUEEN THYRI AND THE ANGELICA STALKS. NORTHWARD Over Drontheim, Sang the lark and linnet From the meadows green; Weeping in her chamber, Lonely and unhappy, Sat the Drottning Thyri, Sat King Olaf's Queen. In at all the windows Streamed the pleasant sunshine, On the roof above her Softly cooed the dove; But the sound she heard not, Nor the sunshine heeded, For the thoughts of Thyri Were not thoughts of love. Then King Olaf entered, Like the sun at Easter Shone his happy face; In his hand he carried Angelicas uprooted, With delicious fragrance Filling all the place. Like a rainy midnight Sat the Drottning Thyri, Even the smile of Olaf Could not cheer her gloom; Nor the stalks he gave her With a gracious gesture, In her hands be placed them, And her jewelled fingers Through the green leaves glistened Like the dews of morn; But she cast them from her, Haughty and indignant, On the floor she threw them "Richer presents," said she, To the Queen, my mother, Than such worthless weeds; |