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leave.?But Snaebiorn laughed and Snaebiorn sang,?And sweet his smitten fiddle rang.?And Hallgerd stood beside him there,?So many times over comes summer again,?Nor ever once he turned to her,?What healing in summer if winter be vain?
Master Odd on the morrow spake,?So many times over comes summer again.?Hearken, O guest, if ye be awake,"?What healing in summer if winter be vain??"Sure ye champions of the south?Speak many things from a silent mouth.?And thine, meseems, last night did pray?That ye might well be wed to-day.?The year's ingathering feast it is,?A goodly day to give thee bliss.?Come hither, daughter, fine and fair,?Here is a Wooer from Whitewater.?East away hath he gotten fame,?And his father's name is e'en my names.?Will ye lay hand within his hand,?That blossoming fair our house may stand?"?She laid her hand within his hand;?White she was as the lily wand.?Low sang Snaebiorn's brand in its sheath,?And his lips were waxen grey as death.?"Snaebiorn, sing us a song of worth,?If your song must be silent from now henceforth."?Clear and loud his voice outrang,?And a song of worth at the wedding he sang.?"Sharp sword," he sang, "and death is sure."?So many times over comes summer again,?"But love doth over all endure."?What healing in summer if winter be vain?
Now winter cometh and weareth away,?So many times over comes summer again,?And glad is Hallbiorn many a day.?What healing in summer if winter be vain??Full soft he lay his love beside;?But dark are the days of wintertide.?Dark are the days, and the nights are long,?And sweet and fair was Snaebiorn's song.?Many a time he talked with her,?Till they deemed the summer-tide was there.?And they forgat the wind-swept ways?And angry fords of the flitting-days.?While the north wind swept the hillside there?They forgat the other Whitewater.?While nights at Deildar-Tongue were long,?They clean forgat the Brothers'-Tongue.?But whatso falleth 'twixt Hell and Home,?So many times over comes summer again,?Full surely again shall summer come.?What healing in summer if winter be vain?
To Odd spake Hallbiorn on a day?So many times over comes summer again,?"Gone is the snow from everyway."?What healing in summer if winter be vain??Now green is grown Whitewater-side,?And I to Whitewater will ride."?Quoth Odd, "Well fare thou winter-guest,?May thine own Whitewater be best.?Well is a man's purse better at home?Than open where folk go and come."?"Come ye carles of the south country,?Now shall we go our kin to see!?For the lambs are bleating in the south,?And the salmon swims towards Olfus mouth.?Girth and graithe and gather your gear!?And ho for the other Whitewater!"?Bright was the moon as bright might be,?And Snaebiorn rode to the north country.?And Odd to Reykholt is gone forth,?To see if his mares be ought of worth.?But Hallbiorn into the bower is gone?And there sat Hallgerd all alone.?She was not dight to go nor ride?She had no joy of the summer-tide.?Silent she sat and combed her hair,?That fell all round about her there.?The slant beam lay upon her head,?And gilt her golden locks to red.?He gazed at her with hungry eyes?And fluttering did his heart arise.?"Full hot," he said, "is the sun to-day,?And the snow is gone from the mountain-way.?The king-cup grows above the grass,?And through the wood do the thrushes pass."?Of all his words she hearkened none,?But combed her hair amidst the sun.?"The laden beasts stand in the garth?And their heads are turned to Helliskarth."?The sun was falling on her knee,?And she combed her gold hair silently.?"To-morrow great will be the cheer?At the Brothers'-Tongue by Whitewater."?From her folded lap the sunbeam slid;?She combed her hair, and the word she hid.?"Come, love; is the way so long and drear?From Whitewater to Whitewater?"?The sunbeam lay upon the floor;?She combed her hair and spake no more.?He drew her by the lily hand:?"I love thee better than all the land."?He drew her by the shoulders sweet:?"My threshold is but for thy feet."?He drew her by the yellow hair:?"O why wert thou so deadly fair??"O am I wedded to death?" he cried?"Is the Dead-strand come to Whitewater side?"?And the sun was fading from the room,?But her eyes were bright in the change and the gloom.?"Sharp sword," she sang, "and death is sure,?But over all doth love endure."?She stood up shining in her place?And laughed beneath his deadly face.?Instead of the sunbeam gleamed a brand,?The hilts were hard in Hallbiorn's hand:?The bitter point was in Hallgerd's breast?That Snaebiorn's lips of love had pressed.?Morn and noon, and nones passed o'er,?And the sun is far from the bower door.?To-morrow morn shall the sun come back,?So many times over comes summer again,?But Hallgerd's feet the floor shall lack.?What healing in summer if winter be vain?
Now Hallbiorn's house-carles ride full fast,?So many times over comes summer again,?Till many a mile of way is past.?What healing in summer if winter be vain??But when they came over Oxridges,?'Twas, "Where shall we give our horses ease?"?When Shieldbroad-side was