The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs. William Morris

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СКАЧАТЬ Then the Gods have fashioned a folk who have fashioned a house in vain;

       It is nought, and for nought they battled, and nought was their joy and their pain,

       Lo, the noble oak of the forest with his feet in the flowers and grass,

       How the winds that bear the summer o'er its topmost branches pass,

       And the wood-deer dwell beneath it, and the fowl in its fair twigs sing,

       And there it stands in the forest, an exceeding glorious thing:

       Then come the axes of men, and low it lies on the ground,

       And the crane comes out of the southland, and its nest is nowhere found,

       And bare and shorn of its blossoms is the house of the deer of the wood.

       But the tree is a golden dragon; and fair it floats on the flood,

       And beareth the kings and the earl-folk, and is shield-hung all without:

       And it seeth the blaze of the beacons, and heareth the war-God's shout.

       There are tidings wherever it cometh, and the tale of its time shall be told

       A dear name it hath got like a king, and a fame that groweth not old.

      Lo, such is the Volsung dwelling; lo, such is the deed he hath wrought

       Who laboured all his life-days, and had rest but little or nought,

       Who died in the broken battle; who lies with swordless hand

       In the realm that the foe hath conquered on the edge of a stranger-land.

How Queen Hiordis is known; and how she abideth in the house of Elf the son of the Helper.

      Now asketh the king of those women where now in the world they will go,

       And Hiordis speaks for the twain; "This is now but a land of the foe

       And our lady and Queen beseecheth that unto thine house we wend

       And that there thou serve her kingly that her woes may have an end."

      Fain then was the heart of the folk-king, and he bade aboard forth-right.

       And they hoist the sails to the wind and sail by day and by night

       Till they come to a land of the people, and a goodly land it is

       Where folk may dwell unharried and win abundant bliss,

       The land of King Elf and the Helper; and there he bids them abide

       In his house that is goodly shapen, and wrought full high and wide:

       And he biddeth the Queen be merry, and set aside her woe,

       And he doth by them better and better, as day on day doth go.

      Now there was the mother of Elf, and a woman wise was she,

       And she spake to her son of a morning: "I have noted them heedfully.

       Those women thou broughtst from the outlands, and fain now would I wot

       Why the worser of the women the goodlier gear hath got."

      He said: "She hath named her Hiordis, the wife of the mightiest king,

       E'en Sigmund the son of Volsung with whose name the world doth ring."

      Then the old queen laughed and answered: "Is it not so, my son.

       That the handmaid still gave counsel when aught of deeds was done?"

      He said: "Yea, she spake mostly; and her words were exceeding wise.

       And measureless sweet I deem her, and dear she is to mine eyes."

      But she said: "Do after my counsel, and win thee a goodly queen:

       Speak ye to the twain unwary, and the truth shall soon be seen,

       And again shall they shift their raiment, if I am aught but a fool."

      He said: "Thou sayst well, mother, and settest me well to school."

       So he spake on a day to the women, and said to the gold-clad one:

       "How wottest thou in the winter of the coming of the sun

       When yet the world is darkling?"

       She said: "In the days of my youth

       I dwelt in the house of my father, and fair was the tide forsooth,

       And ever I woke at the dawning, for folk betimes must stir,

       Be the meadows bright or darksome; and I drank of the whey-tub there

       As much as the heart desired; and now, though changed be the days,

       I wake athirst in the dawning, because of my wonted ways."

      Then laughed King Elf and answered: "A fashion strange enow,

       That the feet of the fair queen's-daughter must forth to follow the plough,

       Be the acres bright or darkling! But thou with the eyes of grey.

       What sign hast thou to tell thee, that the night wears into day

       When the heavens are mirk as the midnight?"

       Said she, "In the days that were

       My father gave me this gold-ring ye see on my finger here.

       And a marvel goeth with it: for when night waxeth old

       I feel it on my finger grown most exceeding cold,

       And I know day comes through the darkness; and such is my dawning sign."

      Then laughed King Elf and answered: "Thy father's house was fine;

       There was gold enough meseemeth—But come now, say the word

       And tell me the speech thou spakest awrong mine ears have heard,

       And that thou wert the wife of Sigmund the wife of the mightiest King."

      No whit she smiled, but answered. "Indeed thou sayst the thing:

       Such a wealth I had in my storehouse that I feared the Kings of men."

      He said: "Yet for nought didst thou hide thee; had I known of the matter then,

       As the daughter of my father had I held thee in good sooth,

       For dear to mine eyes wert thou waxen, and my heart of thy woe was ruth.

       But now shall I deal with thee better than thy dealings to me have been:

       For my wife I will bid thee to be, and the people's very queen."

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