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PREFA CE

s e End mion F , as Keats has aid in his Prefac to y , there

fie r ce r t is no hell on ear h than failure in a great object ,

I con fe s s to feeling my s elf in a perilou s po s ition . It is my privilege in this volume to introduce to readers of English a body of lyric poetry which critics unite in a s signing to

t e ra r m ina de the highest rank o f li y achieve ent . That I am t quate to the ta s k may s afely go wi hout saying . In defence

: s s o fi I may but urge fir t , that ne an opportunity seemed

t s s in i el f an inspiration ; and , econdly , that at least the attempt was not entered upon lightly . And even though

s s s m a the tran lation fall far below the original , omething y

m s have been acco pli hed .

is Further apology would be out o f place . It , however , nece s s ary to state briefly how I have attempted to solve the main questions of technic that pre s ented them s elves .

s la ce I s In the fir t p , have followed pretty trictly the meter

m -s and rhy e cheme of the originals , believing that the form

s of a given poem is no le s s e sential than is the thought . In the frequent cas es where I found it i m possible to give at once

s c o nt e nt I an exact and an arti tic rendering of the , have tried to be true to the spirit rather than to the letter . To be s s s s ucce ful , a verse translation should , above all thing , be

s poetry . In this adaptation I have sought to preserve at lea t the integrity and sincerity of tone that characterized the

s s t original s . Each eparate in ance demanded a separate ex e rcis e s s m s of taste , and in matter o f ta te one u t not defend

’ ’ ff m s s one s s elf. Every e ort has been ade to avoid tran lator viii PREFACE

- Engli s h and to re create the lyric impulses of the Swedish

. Th e s t s into vital English poetry uccess of these a tempt is ,

s e . at be t , un ven To enter equally into the spirit of forty five poet s living through a period o f a century and a hal f - and writing in the mo s t diverse and com plex vers e forms is too much for the most daring writer to hope . It should be clearly recognized that poetical tran s lation is much more

ffi s di cult in technic than original poetry , for the imple rea s o n that a man may take liberties with h is own still nebu lou s ideas which he would not think of taking with the recorded thoughts of others .

a s s s s A word to the election of the poem here pre ented . The accent has purpo s ely been laid on later rather than

s wa s s on earlier lyri s t s . Thi done because the geniu of Swedi s h poetry became more marked a s the national char acter began to develop under freer, more modern , condi m s . s s s s tion Further, it ee ed advi able to ubordinate hi toric

m s to ab s ol ute intere s t in an initial volu e . Con equently the

t t o e t s e x c e t B e llm a n h a ve s s eigh een h century p , p , been pa ed over hurriedly , and attention has been concentrated on the

1 0 s period from 8 7 to the pre ent time . Fourteen living

s poets are included ; chiefly , it is believed , on their merit , but al s o partly to bring Swedi s h poetry near to the pres ent generation of American and Engli s h readers . The accent in selection h a s al s o been strongly laid upon

t wa s s o nine principal poet s . The weal h of material great that it seemed better to bring out a few figures in detail than t at empt to do proportional j u s tice by all . The scholar will find many ca s es of omi s sion and neglect which can only be PREFACE ix

s s s s . excu ed by the con ideration ju t given After all , i f the

t s reader ob ain a fair idea of Bellman , Tegner , Runeberg ,

S no ils k Frodin Le ve rt in s t m Rydberg , y , g , , Heiden a , and

m s Karlfeldt , the method of the volu e will be ju tified on ffi practical ground s . It is believed that a s u ciently wide

t s s m variety , bo h in ub tance and in for , has been given to repre s ent moderately well the lyric poetry o f Sweden a s a

s e whole . All the poem included are compl te except Lid ’ “ ’ ” ’ “ ner s Sp a s t a ra s Death and Wallin s The Angel of im Death , both of them too long to appear in full and too portant to be disregarded .

m a s m a s s s The Introduction has been ade co pact po ible , with the idea that it s hould be illu s trated by reference to

s s the tran s lation s of any given poet . For the ame rea on

is s a s s s t rather little aid about form , the Engli h anzas give at lea s t the s cheme on which the mu s ic of the Swedi s h poems is modelled . The Biographical Notes are mainly

s s t s s . tati tical , repea ing nece arily much of the Introduction The General Note s give only such detail s a s s eem to be required for the under s tanding and enjoyment of the text .

The debt o f gratitude which underlie s all others is to the American -Scandinavian Foundation and it s e ffi cient S e c ret a r s wa s y , Dr . Henry Goddard Leach , ince it through the Foundation that I wa s put in touch with mo s t o f t h e

h m s pers ons w o assi s ted me in preparing the volu e . Be ides

t s m t de ails too numerou to ention , the Founda ion insti t ut e d in the Sv‘ eméa D a g bla d a popular vote a s to favorit e

s s wa s lyric poem of Swedi h literature . The result valuable PREFACE bo t h a s affording a body of poetry from which to choo s e and a s giving t h e proportionate popularity of the chief lyr m m is t s . s a s : s s They tood follows Eroding 37 poe , Heiden ta

2 Sn o ils k 2 2 and Karlfeldt each 7 , Rydberg and y each ,

Le ve r t in 1 1 8 s St e r ne 5 , Tegner 3, Runeberg , Fall trom 7 , j

s 6 Gs t e rlin Wir s e n and Topeliu each , Geijer and g each 4 , ,

s B e llma n St rindbe r a n d s s - s s Malm tro m , , g , O ian Nil on each

s 2 . 3, cattering 3 For help in selection I am also indebted

s M r s . . . s to Mi s Greta Linder of Stockholm , to A B Frie of

m Wa c h t m e is Birmingha , Alabama , to Count Axel Raoul

s ter, and to the managers of The Albert Bonnier Publi hing

s s Ur Sv en House i n New York . The Swedi h anthologie ,

’ r/ia Si n er: N D el la ma tzomboé Wa v g by Karl Warburg , y by rin s k a nd v ens é Ver r s s y, , a election of poem for school

t s . reading , have been of the grea e t service

s s s s s For the actual tran lation the a i tance of Mr . Ern t

W s s . Ol on of the Augu tana Book Concern , Rock Island ,

h a h a e s s . s t h Illinoi , been in valuable He not only collated

s t s s it s entire manu cript wi h the Swedi h to te t accuracy , but h a s been mo s t helpful in sugge s ting em endations of an

s n arti s tic nature . The pre e t text embodie s dozens of line s

s s and score of phrases which are the work of Mr . Ol on . As ,

h a s however , his advice not been followed invariably , he s hould not be held jointly re s pon s ible for pas s age s to which

s exception may be taken . Mrs . Frie and Count Wacht ffi mei s ter have al s o helped in solving s pecial di cultie s .

s Frodin s The poem of g , perhaps the mo t important poet r e re s e nt e d h a ve fro m a vo lu me G us t a p , been taken entitled f

' ' Fr oelzn Selected Poems s g , , publi hed by The Macmillan Com PREFACE xi

e e pany . They are reprinted her with the courteous p rmis

s e sio n of the publi hers . Certain oth r p o ems have appeare d ’ re Ha r er s M a a z ine Tfie N ew Yor k N a tion p viously in p g , ,

Toe B aal ma n Tfie Inde endent . e a re e e , and p Th y h r included by the kind consent of the proprietors . w c . . s .

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CONTENTS

I NTR O D U C TO R Y S K ET C H

POE M S

B IO G R A PHI CA L NOTE S

G E NE R A L N OTE S

I N DE X O F TITLE S

I N DE X O F A UTH O R S

INTRO DUCTO RY S KETCH of writing were correctness and good tas te . In poetry the qualities of clear thinking and graceful phras ing p re do mi na t e d s trongly over tho s e of sincere emotion and personal “ ” i . express on I n a word , Sweden evolved a polite litera

-s ture . From time to time echoes of native folk ong crept

l r ic b u t into the y , as a whole the period was chiefly valuable in fixing the character of the language and establishing

e r ifi c a t i n patterns o f smooth v s o .

Lit e ra t ure a s it be ins Modern Swedish , critics call , g with Olof von Dalin ( 1 708 Dalin imitated Addi s on in

s dra ma be s ide s the es ay and Racine in the , writing a num ber of epic and lyric poems in approved Augustan s tyle .

His s h is longer poems were allegoric or atiric , famous epic Swedis fi Fr eedom(in praise of Queen Ulrica Eleanora) being ’ written in Alexandrine s on the model of Voltaire s Hen

r ia de. u s His lyrics , which alone properly concern here , are

s s mostly graceful pa toral pieces , with a fre hness and light

s . s a lon ness in part , at lea t , of native derivation A literary wa s established about 1 75 3 by Hedvig Charlotta Norden

' fl ch t ‘ wh o s y , introduced per onal feeling into the Swedish C u Tfie Sor r owin Tur tledovf e lyric by her vol me g , a collection of lyric s the content s of which ca n be s uffi ciently well

s s a lon imagined from the title . To thi came Gustaf Filip

Cre ut z G lle nbo r s s and Gustaf Fredrik y g , author of idyll , “ lle nbo s s . G r fable , and didactic poem y g wrote The Sea ”

. a s sons , in imitation of Thomson Important were all of

s w the e writers from a historical point of vie , it can hardly

s s be aid that they exhibited anything like geniu . INTRO D UCTO RY S KETCH xvu

G us /a via n Per iod 1 1 — 1 8 0 , 7 7 9

The anthologi s t find s little to pause over until he comes to the poetry of Karl Mikael Bellman ( 1 740 but here

s he must linger long . One can hardly appreciate thi mas ter of improvi s ation without a glanc e at the circumstance s h i under which h e created s extraordinary s ong s .

wh o 1 1 s Gustavus III , came to the throne in 7 7 , a pired to play the r61e of a Northern g r a nd mona r que and s u c cee de d s u h is h is mea rably in ambition . He dominated nobles , won popularity from the common people by his firm a d

s s s ministration , and cultivated ucce fully the arts both of

be ne fi e nt war and peace . A c tyranny has o ften been con s ide re d the ideal condition for the arti s t ; it wa s s o certainly

s h i s during the reign in que tion . Gustavus III gave s subject

s wa s lei ure and contentment , and the centre of a brilliant

1 8 6 s s s court . In 7 he e tabli hed the Swedi h Academy , to

s standardize language , further the intere ts of literature , and honor the memory of great men . This institution , which is

it s s G lle nbo r still active , had among original member y g ,

K e ll re n g , and Leopold , o f whom the last two will be no

s s ticed pre sently . Gu tavus III set himself strongly again t th e current o f the French Revolution ; from his autocratic methods and exorbitant taxes he became unpopular , and was finally assassinated by a con s piracy of noble s in 1 79 2 .

s o n IV e His , Gustavus , att mpting a similar rule , was de in 1 0 posed 8 9 .

1 1 1 8 0 a s The period from 77 to 9 , known the Gustav

e is XIV ian P riod , obviously very similar to that of Louis in France and of the Age of Queen Ann e and the early xviii INTROD UCTORY S KETCH

o Georges in England . However faulty it may have been p lit ica ll y, it was an ideal time for writers of the Augustan

h is we s . ort And of such , with all fire , must reckon Bell man . Freed from political unrest by the autocracy of the king , and from private cares by a sinecure position , this troubadour of Stockhol m had no oth e r concern than to enjoy life and diffu s e h is enjoyment among all around him . Although Bellman early s howed a literary bent (together

s s s s with a di ta te for bu ines ) , we are justified in reckoning him a s a G u s t a via n fro m the fact that by far his best known

’ o e ms inclu de d s Fr edma n s E is tles Fr ed p , in the volume p and

’ ma n s Son s s 1 6 6 1 g , were compo ed in the years 7 to 777 and

s 1 0 s not publi hed until 79 . These poems are improvi ations

wa s to music , which likewise improvised by the poet in m the ardor of the moment . They depict with agical truth and spirit the care-free life of Bell man and h is friend s in

n Fr edma n Stockholm and its enviro s . deals mainly with ex t er na ls s s s , and his imple philo ophy may be ummed up in

: N o the inj unction matter how hard things may be , keep

s s ! s u p your pirit Wine , woman , and ong are the chief moti s s s f , and gayety the prevailing mood , of the e volume , but no lyric s could be more e s s entially original than Bell

’

. s s s man s A da h , a humorou fervor , and a trange pathetic grimne s s in this poetry combine to make it s upremely

wa s s personal . Though Bellman a true Augu tan in many re s e ct s with s s s p , the Augu tan merit of smoothne s and clar h i s s s . ity , vivid oul tran cended the age in which he lived He is a s h t e s r . , it were , Mozart of Swedi h lyric poet y INTRO DUCTO RY S KETCH xix

e e e Lik all gr at mast rs , Bellman reconciles the oppos

fi r H s s e e . is ing element of tyle and substanc , of form and content remind s one somewhat of the picture s of Rome

’ is th s E ist les . e e in in Horace p Fredman , who po t himself, t ro du ce s his readers to an intimate circle of friends : to

M o vit z Vinbla d , to Mollberg , to Amaryllis , to Ulla , and

s e : the rest . With them we witne s the lif of Stockholm the

c o n world awakening at daybreak after rain , a funeral , a

s cert , a vi it to a sick friend , and various idyllic excursions into the neighboring parks and villages . The little world

’ e lives an d we live in it . Consid ring this phase of Bellman s

fi s genius , the critic will pronounce him a realist of the r t

h is s order . But when one notes dazzling ma tery of form , h is h is ca s e prodigal variety of meter an d stanza , and spon t a ne it is y , one equally tempted to call him a virtuoso of lyric s tyle .

’ It wa s Bellman s combination of talents that made him the idol of high and low alike in his own time , an d the favorite figure of Swedi s h literature for later generations . N o foreigner ca n hope to realize what he has meant to his

- e fellow countrymen . He has given th m an inimitable picture

o f t u ne fu l of life , and a perennial fountain gayety , through the medium of a lovable , deeply human personality . The chief conventional poets of the G u s t a via n Period

K e ll re n e nn re n L . are g , Leopold , and Anna Maria g O f

K e ll re n t s s t “ g , the leading sa iri t of Sweden , it is aid tha he struck mighty , flashing blows for truth , right , and good ” s s sense . Leopold , le keen and more didactic , lived on into the next age to combat the tendencies o f the roman t ic xx I NTROD UCTO RY S KETCH

Le n n re n t h e movement . An na Maria g , only woman poet of

s s s s marked ability in the Swedi h Parna u , wrote attractive poems of sentiment and made s kilful caricature s of the t s ocial foibles then prevalent . All of these wri ers employed

- s - s clear cut ver e form based on the Alexandrine , the octo s h s m yllabic couplet , and the quatrain , though wit o e lati

s tude as regard the rhyme scheme . Compared with Bell ’ s is man s , their tyle as a rippling brook beside a rushing torrent . The most original G u s t a via n after Bellman was Bengt

’ Lidne r ( 1 75 7— 1 Lidne r s brief career is none the le s s melancholy in that mo s t of h is mi s fortune s were of his

ffi s a own making . Su ce it to y here that he became estranged from h is kind and took it upon him to celebrate tho s e equally afflicted ; such at leas t is the motive of his mas ter “ f t a r i n h o S a s a . L d e r a s piece , The Death p imagination

s ff s and emotional power , but u er from a tendency to rant . In this re s pect he remind s one of h is Engli s h contempo

s s s rary Collins in the Ode on the Pa sion . Fran Mikael Fra nz én ( 1 772 the firs t of a remarkable line of

s s s Finnish poets writing in Swedi h , al o caught echoe o f the romantic s pirit awakening in England and Germany . Franzen is equally famou s for hymns and for convivial s s is s c o m ongs ; in both field he incere , vigorous , and a

t petent master of form . Ano her hymnodist who helped to bridge the chasm between t h e older and the newer order

s “ is Johan Olof Wallin , who e nobly rhetorical The Angel ” ’ of Death is a s ort of Gray s Elegy to h is country men . INTRO DUCTO RY SKETCH

Th e Roma ntic Im ls e 1 8 0 — 1 8 0 pu , 9 3 T h e political and s ocial condition s which concern Swedish literature from 1 8 09 to the present day ca n be briefly s um ma riz e d 1 8 08 — Ru s . By the war of 9 Finland was lost to

s wa s sia . After a short interregn um the uccession fixed

wh o upon the French marshal Bernadotte , ascended the 1 8 1 8 X IV throne i n as Charles . He and his successors

e s hav reigned prosperou ly , with the cordial support of both

s s . noble and commons , down to the pre ent time The royal family have been not only generous patrons of art , but have included among the mselves poet s and painters of dis tinc

s t tion . Owing to the con ervative character of the na ion , h democracy a s progre s s ed steadily and without violence .

e New ideas have of course come in , and through great r facilities of s tudy and travel Sweden h a s become to s ome

e t . s xtent cosmopoli anized Thi , however , has not been at

s the expense of national pride and a turdy love of the soil , which have always been fundamental traits of all classe s in the land . As a consequence , the art and literature of Swe den from 1 8 09 until now have been increasingly a ut o c h

t h o no u s .

With t h e absolutism of th e G u s t a via n Period pa s s ed

t h Ro away e ideals and convent i on s of polite literature . manticism wa s at first exhibi t ed partly i n the freer expres sion of individual feeling , partly in the idealizing of Swe ’ den s legendary past . Then , a fter a brief exuberance of s e entiment , realism and a h ightened imagination began

t h e to replace the formalism of the eighteenth century . In fusion of these apparent opposites lie s the greatnes s of x xu INTRODUCTO RY SKETCH

e . Swedish lit rature , particularly in the field o f the lyric A firm hold on the fact s of life and a Splendid imaginative power in interpreting them account for the fas cination ex . e rc is e d by the poetry of Sweden over all who come under fl it s . i n uence But the poet , conservative like his brother

h a s s t the statesman , never lost the feeling of tylis ic beauty as an end in itself. He is a fine and careful craftsman . Varied and s urpri s ing a s are the rhymes and meters of the

i a s Swedish lyr c , they are all such may be easily enjoyed by — in the old fa s hioned lover of poetry . Though freedom has

m m ra ct i creased , rhy e and regularity of eter have seemed p cally indispensable . Consequently , poetry in Sweden more than in any other occidental country belongs to all clas s e s

a s e of society an activ and , in the main , harmonizing

. 1 8 0 s social force From 7 on , the idea introduced are dar

s s s ing and di imilar enough for the mo t advanced thinker , but at least there is neither charlatanry nor ob s curantism of form . Having attempted a general characterization of Swedi s h

1 8 0 s t h e literature since 9 , we may now proceed to con ider phase s which came into evidence before 1 8 30 . A s we have

f s s s s brie ly indicated , Romantici m fir t howed it elf i n two

s ways . Each of the pha es was cultivated by a special group

s s s s of writer , the e two group being known re pectively as

h h r t wa s the P o s p o is s and the Gothic Society . It the younger m group that first came into pro inence . In 1 8 03 Lorenzo Ha mma rs kold int r o du ce d int o Sweden

s s s the idea of the German Romantici t Tieck , Schelling ,

s s m and the Schlegel . Thi led to the for ation of the Aurora xxiv I NTROD UCTORY SKETCH

s s h is But he had a true en e of beauty , and early death , at the

o f th irt age y , threw a romantic glamor over his name . Alm

vis t q , the leading prose writer of his time , wrote a number

s of striking , but rather fanta tic lyrics . The number of At

’ bo m is t e r s followers is legion . Their style described with

la te r o e t G sympathetic satire by a much p , ustaf Froding , in “ An Old Room words T a t t o and Pe s an bi s h ell of l ve r i rd , Of nigh tinga les th a t ne ver cea se ’ And o ts f me s s vi le per u d igh , ’ ’ Of ro s es p a in a nd lilies p e ace In t at far a a s h p r di e .

The other phas e of early Romanticism was m o re virile

s s - and sub tantial , being in fact an expre sion of newly awak

A s ened national s pirit . the people came to have a greater

th e share in government , they began to take a more vital interest in both the past and th e pre s ent of their coun

An t s is try . impor ant evidence of thi the formation of the Gothic Society in 1 8 1 1 and the publication of their maga

Idu na s wa s s zine . The founder , Erik Gu taf Geijer , oon

s s jo ined by E aia Tegner . — T e gnér ( 1 78 2 1 is th e most widely known of Swe s di h poets . He is chie fly famous for his epics , of which ’ Fr itniof s Sag a h a s been translate d into Engli s h a s core of times . It is a romantic story of legendary days told in a s eries of lyrical episodes reminding the English reader a little of Scott and much more of Longfellow . The latter was much influence d by Tegner and translated portions INTRO DUCTO RY S KETCH xxv

’ “ Fr itnio s Sa a e o e ms T h e of f g and anoth r of his narrative p , ’ ” Children of the Lord s Supper . Although Tegner h a s

s s t great narrative talent , it may perhap be que tioned whe her he is a poet o f the first order . With an excellent command

s t Hi . s o f form , he eldom rises to a high imagina i ve level

s lyrics are extremely varied in ubject , ranging from the ” s s s h is lighte t humorou piece to Song to the Sun , an “ “ attempt at the co s mic . H is Voice s of Peace and The Eternal ” are high-minded treatments of abstract themes “ ” which recall the style of Schiller . The Giant takes u s back to Norse mythology with a meter founded on old “ ” s is s Teutonic accentual ver e , Birds of Passage reali tic , “ ” s and a per onal note is struck in Farewell to My Lyre .

s s no t e wo r Geijer resembles his contemporary , but is le “ ’ ~ is s thy . His well known poem The Viking imilar to Longfellow ’ s treatment of the theme in “ The Skeleton in

s Armor . He is les varied and more national in tone than

s h is “ Te gner . Perhap most attractive poem is The Little ” ’ - M a lms triim s Charcoal Burner Boy , the precursor of ex “ ” u is it e q lyric The Sigh of the Forest . Geijer and Tegner

. Ph o s h o ris t s had many followers Unlike the p , the National

we School , as may call it , has grown in influence and continues to produce much of the best poetry written in

c e Swedish . This is lue , of cours , to the fact that it deals with mythological and traditional material which is indige nous to the soil . There is an increasing tendency to choose s r e - e ubjects from modern histo y and ev ry day li f , and to

o e e adopt a m r dir ct style . xxvi INTRODUCTO RY S KETCH

772 6 M id-Cent r 1 0— 1 8 0 u y , 8 3 7

Th e pe riod succeeding the birth of Romanticism was

s w im crowded with poet of merit , follo ing variously the

f h o r i t pulses o the Ph O S p s s and the Gothic Society . There wa s Att e rbo m , however, no idealist to eq ual and no bard to celebrate the Viking Age with the success of Tegner .

s There was no doubt a gain in anity and naturalism , but neither of the s e virtues is of prime importance in the field o f poetry . There was likewise an increase of interest in the

s s s s . middle cla e , not often good subjects for the lyric mu e Thi s wa s the great period of the novel ; the period of

m - wh o Fredrika Bre er and Emilie Flygare Carlen , acquired in pro s e the reputation which their sex had failed to win

s in ver e . Within the earlier half of the period fall the real is t ic s Alm vis t storie of q , within the latter the historical

s tales of Viktor Rydberg , who e poetry belongs to the fol

s s lowing period . The one great poet of the time tand out a s an i s olated figure . N o Swedi s h poet has a reputation more firmly grounded than Johan Ludvig Runeberg ( 1 8 04 A native of

Finland , he grew up amid memories of the valiant though un s ucce s s ful war for freedom waged by h is country against

His . e Russia training was deriv d partly from the classics ,

s t s but ill more from the people and cenery of his own land .

A s s s s a re ult , he became a cla sical realist , in the same sen e a s He ma nn a nd D o otnea h is Goethe in r r . He began career

Id lls a nd E i r a ms a nd with a charming lyric volume , y p g , con t inu e d s Tue Ell Hu nt er s Ha nna with the idyllic epic , , , and

Gnis a N a des cnda Kin E a la r h is s r tm s Ev e . In and g j ubjects INTRODUCTO RY S KETCH x xvu we re more remote and his treatm e nt more romantic . These

’ ’ poems are superior to T egnér s Fr itniof s Sa g a in epic sim

lic it s p y and naturalism . A classic re traint in the style of Runeberg prevents him from making the sentimental appeal of Te gner .

e s After all , th re is no te t of poetic greatness so conclu

t h e s h is s sive as lyric , and i n the sub tance of lyric Rune

a l berg clearly exce l s his rival . Beside s the early volume

r s s ready mentioned , we have to conside the mo t famou of

’ ‘ T/ze Stor ies o Ens i n Std] all Runeberg s works , f g , a series chiefly of dramatic ballad s on the war with Russia . In di re ct ne s s o f style and noble simplicity o f mood the s e poems

s are beyond praise . They include the impa sioned stanzas “ ” “ of O ur Land , the national hymn o f Finland , and The ” s Soldier Boy , which called forth the Special prai e of Mr . “ ” Edmund Go s se for its absolute perfection . The great majority of the poems are of an heroic or elegiac narrative type , and it may be questioned whether any one poet has e ver created a finer body of patriotic verse . Mr . Gosse ’ e s t ntatively mentions Campbell , Dobell , and Tenny on s “ ” Charge of the Light Brigade , but he is probably well aware that English poetry has in this field no rival to the laureate of Finland . All the lyrics o f Runeberg are cast in classic form . The artistic artlessne s s of the s tyle performs it s o fli ce with a dignity that is rare even in the great mas ters . The idyllic and reflective lyric s are full of a lucid and

e quiet beauty which , like the dramatic forc of the ballads , is s ui ener is s entirely g . Runeberg was al o a hymnodist , a xxviii INTROD UCTO RY SKETCH

s . critic , and a dramatist o f di tinction What wonder that upon h is grave are inscribed h is own lines :

N ot w t r e th memo ou d we o nor i h g i f y ry w l h , L is wh o es a nd is or n ike to h o g f gotte .

We shall pa s s over the other poet s of the mid-cen t ury

s period rather rapidly . They belong in general to two phase

: s o of the national movement fir t , specifically patriotic p e t r s s y ; and econdly , poetry of nature and pea ant life . Both

we s s of these phases , as have seen , are con picuou in the

s poetry o f Runeberg , whose influence oon became ex

s . is s ten ive There , of cour e , a much wider divergence of personality in this ti me of increasing individuali s m than

s u s ta v ia n could have been the ca e in the G Age . Humor also began to play a greater part , as i f in anticipation of the s rodin tyle of F g . O f the patriotic group may be mentioned firs t Karl Vil

s helm Augu t Strandberg , a vigorous poet , author of the

Swedish national hymn . Here , too , partly belongs Gunnar

We n ne rbe r g , though he is better known for his humorous i dialogues in verse . There s a tone of conviction in Swedi s h patriotic poetry which raises it above the conventionality

s common to thi s form . Modernist idea are repre s ented by

s - O car Patrik Sturzen Becker .

o e t s t h e Z O f the larger group , the nature p , best are acha

s s rias Topelius and Bernhard Eli Malm tro m , the former a

s if no t s s geniu nearly , quite , of the fir t order . Topeliu , like

s W s Runeberg a native of Finland , is one of the mo t in ome His s and lovable of poe t s . pure and delicate fancy is be t h “ ” shown in is narrative The Milky Way . His sympa IN TRO D U CTO RY S KETCH xxix

“ thy with nature appears in Rose-Marie and song abou t

’ e Little Maia ; his tendern ss , the most outstanding char ” i t i a ct e r s c is it s s . of his genius , at be t in My Mother Sin cere feeling is also a leading quality in the work of the less “ s t h e prolific poet , Malm trom , whose lyric , The Sigh of

s s t h e Fore t , is de ervedly one of the best known poems in

. Séit h e rb e r is e s s language Herman g a tun ful lyri t , and Elia

S e h ls t e dt h a s h u a quaintly personal turn of mind . Two m o r o u s spirit s wh o cannot otherwise be classifi e d are the

s e e atirist , Wilhelm von Braun , and the g nial dialect po t ,

F . A . Dahlgren .

l e Rea lis tic Im lse 1 8 0—1 00 pu , 7 9

! After the publication of Tue Stor ies of Ens ig n Sta ! in 1 8 6 0

wa s in s there a decided ebb Swedi h poetry , no n ew names

s of ignificance appearing for nearly a decad e . Poetry had “ ” e s -c ut t been b coming too plea ant , it held no clear though ,

s . s wa s had no ring in its verse mu ic Ob ervation there , but

t s li tle vision ; sentiment , but no pa sion . This stagnation wa s s s s broken by two ucce ive waves , which came about the years 1 8 70 and 1 8 9 0 . Thus from 1 8 70 to 1 9 00 the

s s Swedi h lyric attained its highest level , the fir t impulse

containing two poets of genius , and the second three . The most important phase of the new poet ic movement

s s was a more positive bent toward reali m , but the first author to be considered is not wholly or even principally

1 8 2 8—1 8 a realist . Viktor Rydberg ( 9 5 ) was of humble

s t s s s extraction . He had a hard ruggle to ati fy the thir t for

wa s e s learning which a l ading pas ion of his li fe , but he xxx INTRO DUCTO RY SKETCH

finally attain e d distinction in several fields of scholarship . His firs t creative literary work wa s done in t h e historical

wa s novel , and it not until late in life that he found the

s h is fine s t expres ion o f genius in lyric poetry . Rydberg is p r ima rily a clas s ic idealist ; he treat s the great question s of humanity with a clearnes s and loftines s of

s purpo e which reminds us of Matthew Arnold . We can not e s cape the feeling that Rydberg is a greater poet than

s s s . Arnold ; le bookish , less cold , les mourn fully aloof It h a s . been said with much truth by a recent critic , Mrs

. h a s s A B . Fries , that Rydberg the philo ophy of Emerson ,

s e . the optimi m of Browning, and the music of Sh lley He h a s s a ingularly noble philosophy of life , but somehow he has al s o the ability to bring his inspiration clo s e to the w s s . a s general mind . His literary ource were many He a clas sici s t and had a deep knowledge of the Bible ; he

’ s s Fa us t wa s made a fine tran lation of Goethe , and notably “ ” ff s s a ected by the lyrical mu ic of Poe , who e Raven he

s s s s s . rendered ucce fully into Swedi h ver e Then , too , there ’ is a manline s s in Rydberg s voice which makes the note s

His i . s h s carry idea are not the shadows of others , they are

s own by s trong conviction . All of thi s is imparted in a tyle - that is well nigh perfect in it s appropriatene s s and fini s hed ” “ s beauty . To the lover of poetical poetry Rydberg mu t

t s m s is rank wi h the greate t na e of the century , but he “ s -o f s m s s s a s also a ma ter i pler theme . In uch poem The — ” “ ” Hou s e Goblin ( Tomten) and The Bathing Children

u s s s c o u nt r life he gives intimate picture of Swedi h y , which to s ome will be worth more than all o fh is more ab s tract and xxxii I NTROD UCTO RY SKETC H

“ of common folk (s ee The Porcelain Factory and Aph rodite and the Knife There are also many good reflective lyrics in the volume s that appeared after 1 8 8 0 .

S no ils k y yields to Rydberg i n symmetry of proportion , but rivals him i n finely wrought detail . A long collection of

m s s ballads fro Swedi h hi tory is , to the foreigner at least ,

s s ff s decidedly le e ective , e pecially when compared with the

1 8 0 S no ils k s work of Runeberg . In 9 y was re tored to favor

h is la nd a nd and returned to native , this event helped to

s s o kindle a new enthu s ias m in Swedi h poetry . Though not

S no ils k m distinctive a master as Rydberg , y exercised a ore immediate influence on younger poet s by the contagiou s fervor of h is style . Among the contemporarie s of Rydberg and S no ils ky

s should be mentioned , in patriotic verse , King O car II and

k t riim o f nu a l nd Bac s . s u s u a Edvard Further , two poet per va s ive s s s per onality were the Jewish painter , Ern t Jo e ph W s o n a f ir s én . , and the reactionary , Carl David Albert Teodor Gellers tedt is the greatest of Swedi s h lyrist s in the

s O f A u u s t 1 8 sententiou epigram . g Strindberg ( 49 - we s the much misunderstood ultra realist , can only pau e to s a h is fi rs t- y that few lyrics , though not of rate importance

a s wh o le a re r in his work a , yet cha acteristic of his vigorous

— 1 geniu s . Albert Ulrik Baath ( 1 8 5 3 1 9 another pioneer

s s reali t , delights in sympathetic picture of plain folk in - every day life .

Ju s t when the new wave o f poetic impul s e s eemed to have

it s wa s reached height , it overtaken and overtopped by INTRODUCTO RY S KETCH xxxiii

m s another . By this ti e the reali tic tendency o f the period

it s a s had become clearly marked , though was a reali m often

a s . subjective objective Realism , i f one may venture a new definition , is a resolute facing o f facts , whether they be

s N o those of the outer world or of the in ner consciou nes s . antagoni s m exists between realism and i magination ; there is Tne Id lls o tlze Kin romantic i magination , such as in y f g ,

s on the one hand ; and reali tic imagination , such as in the

- m a a ds s B a r r a ck Roo B ll . , on the other The prime requi ite of the realist is courage ; his danger li e s in a certain crudity

s a nd hardne s of tone . — About 1 8 9 0 appeared in Swedi s h literature to quote

“ ° s — t Mr . Edmund Go se three very great lyrical artis s ” r6 din e ve rt in A s F L . g, , and Heidenstam an interpreter o f

Frodin the peasant , not even Burns is superior to Gustaf g ( 1 8 6 0— 1 9 1 Born o f a middle-cla s s family in the pa s toral

Ve rmla nd wa s region o f , he ideally fitted to interpret the boisterous humor and the stark tragedy of this province .

His G uita r a nd d ccor dion h a d a s uc ce s s u n re first volume , , p ce de nt e d in Swedish literature . The daring, the forceful

s e ne s , the magic of his vers are capable of rendering every

s pha e of the rough life he shared . Scenes of ranting merri ment , tales of grim cruelty , exquisite nature pictures , pas — s age s of broad humor all these are given with a dire ctne s s and spontan e ity of style which is no less than astounding .

s u 1 8 8 a s Other volume followed quickly p to 9 when , ’ t s s e co m the resul of dis ipation , the poet mind brok down

l l t r di a e te . F o n w s p y Af er a long period in the hospital , g

e e e e e . r stored to r ason , but he n v r recov red his early power xxxiv INTRO DUCTO RY SKETCH

Yet the work of h is brief creative period shows a wide

s Ve r mla nd s range . Be ides his lyric , he has lively sketches - of city life ; strange self revelations , whimsical and pa thetic ; and a large number of purely ideal and imaginative

h is poems . If his first volume is like Burns , others display

s a passionate and ironic per onality similar to that of Heine . Froding had a university training and turn e d his wide read

s s s is ing to the best account . O f his Swedi h predece ors he ff most like Bellman , the di erences in their poetry being

r odin e s e . F more thos of cene than of t mperament g, a true

o f life s modern , takes the ills more to heart ; he exhibit the i w eltscnmer z t s s . in most acute forms , isolation and de pair With these com e s a de e p er sympathy for his su ffering

- s o fellow mortals , a sympathy that extends even to grew s His ome a being as the troll of Norse mythology . religious ’ creed is Universalism . Still , in general , Bellman s joy of

e n s life , and abov all his bewilderi g ma tery of form , are

' r prese nt undiminished in the poetry of F oding .

Le ve rt in 1 8 6 2 — 1 06 is s n s Oscar ( 9 ) a poet of ome i ten ity , s - s but otherwise is totally unlike Froding . O f Spani h Jewi h s e t s de c nt , he inherited the spiritual mys ici m and love of m beauty that characterize the Jew in every land . A ong

s h is is Swedish poet style quite by itself, recalling that of

s s s Ros setti . Like Ros etti he how an inclination both for

s His s im the ethereal and for the sen ual . precariou health i parted a quality of morbidnes s to h s poetry . His lyrics are i all personal and nearly all symbolic . He s the typical poet

s o f ima in a of the ivory tower , with a tenuou detachment g tion that make s him s eem to move in a rarefied atmo s INTROD UCTO RY S KETCH xxxv

h e re . e h e p of beauty The finest critic i n Swedish literatur , exhibi t s a subtle and delicate craftsmanship that gives a unique delight to his admirers . In an age of individualism s Frodin Le ve rt in uch figures as those of g and , of Kipling and Francis Thompson , will often be found side by side .

After all , as has been already suggested , a very genuine

’ c o u ra e is s s e g required to be true i n portraying one in ner lf, and there is a spiritual reali s m in s uch poets as Le ve rt in and Thompson that is more akin to objective realism than

s to the romantic sentiment of a Tegner or a Tenny on . V e erner von Heidenstam , recipient of the Nobel Priz

1 1 6 s h is s for Literature in 9 , yield to neither o f colleague

s t in originality or importan ce . Olde t of the triumvira e (he wa s s h is s born in he is till at the height of power .

His h a s no il k literary career been singularly like that of S s y .

u s h is Highly favored by birth and ed cation , he pent early

h is Pil r ima e manhood in travel , of which first volume , g g

a nde ea a nd W r Y r s . , is the i maginative record This boo k di s clo s es a t once the earnestne s s and intellectual nobility

s - of the author . The ubject matter is personal , but with a

s s a s Le v e rt in pa ion for truth rather than , in the case of , for

is . s s beauty The tyle abrupt , involved , and re erved ; rather

’ difli ult h c . is , and very individual The poet s peculiar gi ft is ability to pen e trate ben e ath the surface of thing s to their

s . wa s piritual reality Despite its complexity , the volume enthusiastically received .

S no ils k Like y , Heidenstam changed from an exotic to

h i s a national tone . In s travel he learned to value rightly t h e s scenes o f his birth , and his two later volumes of lyric xxxvi INTRO DUCTO RY S KETCH are s aturated with Sweden . His themes continue to be often

s intros pective an d gloomy , but his maturity give them a

— s wider application . His best known poems are tho e that

h is deal with his larger self, namely , native land . In such ” “ ” “ s lyric as A Day , Invocation and Promise , and Swe den he sends forth clarion notes to his fellow-country

o ft h e ir men , bidding them revive the ancient glory land and raise Sweden to a new eminence in the realm o f science ” and art and letters . Without loss of intensity , his style has

a s attained to greater breadth and power . Famous Heiden stam has become in pro s e with h is novel s and historical

s e h is sketche , it is chi fly through lyrics that he has come to mean Sweden in the hearts of his five and a h a lf millio n compatriots . Heidenstam has been included with a past ge neration because his influence began at the same time as that of

Fr 6 din Le vert in e g and , and two of his thr e poetical vol ume s appeared in the las t century . Other living lyrists will be treated in th e following division . O f deceased writers we T a va st s t e rn a must note the Finn , Karl August j , for his quality of deep and quiet melancholy ; and Tor Hedberg , dramati s t and reflective poet .

Th e P oetr o To-D a 1 00—1 1 y f y , 9 9 5

difli cult s It is proverbially to judge a ri ing generation , but certainly Swedish poetry to-day is in a very active and o t h e healthy condition . It would seem that the p ets of twentieth century may be divided pretty clearly into three

s s : m 1 s 2 s clas e na ely , ( ) nature poet , ( ) socialist poet , and INTRO D UCTO RY S KETCH xxxvn

(3) e s th e tes . O f these the first group is by far the mo s t ex t e ns ive a nd wh o , includes Erik Axel Karlfeldt , the only one

e . s thus far has attained minence The sociali t group , though

s small , is well defined in purpo e and increasing in strength . The esth e tes a re mostly under t h e in fluence o f such mod

e a s V s . rns erlaine , O scar Wilde , and Arthur Symon They despis e the vulgar world and would live in the timeles s

e realm of art . Some are mystics , som voluptuaries , each of is co urs e going h own way . They are enterprising and have produced much of beauty . Oddly enough , as some may think , with much intelligent experimentation in form , they have don e almost nothing in free vers e . The only living poet to v ie with Heidenstam in pre s

— wa s 1 ent day popularity is Karlfeldt . He born in 8 64 in

Dalecarlia , the heart of the Swedish peasant district . A pro

h is s duct o f the soil , poetry trikes its roots deep in the tradi

s - tion of sturdy , honest country folk . It abounds in homely

it s pride o f origin , in love of nature and wild animals , in

e t h e kindly humor , and in true pi ty both in the Latin and

Christian sense . The personal lyrics show a lovabl e tem

e ra me nt p , full of reverence for the simple verities of life . The humor lies in a recognitio n of t h e prej udices and ob

’ t u s e ne s s e a s a nt a nd s un fit ne s s of the p , of the poet own for

e a Parnassus of the conv ntional sort . Without any ostenta

e h a s tion , the style is thoroughly ad quate and felicity and

Frodin e s grac e of a high order . g and Heid n tam write about t h e peasantry ; th e lyrics of Karlfeldt come straight from th e peasant heart .

e o Among the other natur poets , the best kn wn is Daniel xxxviii INTRODUCTO RY S KETCH

a lls t ro m a - F , prolific rhyme smith who treats many subjects

. W S t e rne with observant sympathy More insome is Oscar j , who s e poems of childhood have a tendernes s like tho s e of

is s s Topelius. Love of home well expres ed by Ola Han s o n and Sten Granlund . K . A . Melin writes musical lyrics

lu n . Fo rs s d e d of the s eas hore . K . E has mor vigor and a e

s cided leaning toward sociali m . We may treat together the clas s es of political and e s

s . . O s thetic moderni ts The leader of the socialists is K G . s - s s e ian Nil on , a poet whose styl has the strength of glow ing conviction . He celebrates the tyrant type , which alone c a n s s s s His call forth the virtue of the ma e to oppo e it . ” Bi s marck contains much good thinki ng and good writ

s s m ing . O f the esthete the mo t notable is the acade ician ,

s s Per Hall tro m , a finished styli t in the drama , in prose ,

. is . s m and in verse The mo t fiery the Finn , Bertel Gripe berg, a veritable twentieth century Heine , who promises to go far . Among the more graceful and mystical figure s are

lin Os te r . Anders g , Bo Bergman , H Soderberg , and Bertil

s Malmberg . None of these h a s any peculiarly Swedi h char a c te ris t ic e , though ach has merit of a cosmopolitan sort , and all have s acrificed the Antaeu s -like strength of contact with their native eart h for delicacy of sentiment and beau ty of form .

Gener a l S umma ry In th e foregoing s ketch we have endeavored to trace broadly the development of the Swedi s h lyric and to charac t e riz e s s s the chief poet s . This attempt has been un ucce ful if it has failed to indicate that the chief quality of Swedi s h

a r M i a e B e ma 1 0— 1 K l k l ll n , 7 4 7 9 5

T O O L D M O VITZ ILL , WITH CONS UM PTION AN E LE G Y EM i— PTY your glass Behold where Death is waiting , ’ Sh a r p ning h is s word while s tanding at your door !

Be not afraid ; he holds ajar the grating ,

s Then huts the tomb and leave s it a s before .

M o vit z , consumption may spare you a year , man ,

Be of good cheer, man , Tune up the chords and s ing of youth once more !

is - it s Thin your cheek , and yellow pale hue is ,

s s s — ! Sunken your che t , your houlder bent too bad ’ — Let s s e e your hand each vei n all s welled and blue ’ a s d Flabby and moist , i f a bath you had

s Limp and per piring your hand is , old fellow , m ’ Co e , strike your cello ,

s ! Pour out the bottle , ing and drink , be glad

’ — You re dying fa s t s o deep your cough is s ounding ’ m Hollow it rings ; all s e ptine s s within .

is is White your tongue , your frightened heart pounding,

a s s s . Soft a sponge are mu cles , thews , and kin — Breathe Lord ! the fume s that come out O f your t h ro t tle 4 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS Hand me the bottle !

’ Sing of god Bacchus ! Here s your health ! Begin !

Out of thi s flask your death by drop s is flowing

s s O . All unob erved , as laugh and ong g by

Trust me , a troop of maggots fiercely glowing

s s Pours from yon gla that now you tilt on high .

s You are con umed . Into tears you are turning ,

Entrails are burning . ! “ A Can you still pledge me one more health y , ay l

! s Well , then , your health For Bacchus bid farewell now, ’ s From Venus throne receive your la t adieu . Fondly for her the tide of blood may s well now ;

Slight though it be , it warms your body through .

Sing , read , forget , think , or tearfully ponder ,

What , are you fonder ’ O s ! Still of your liquor ! Die ! N . Here to you

“ ’ O M FREDM AN S S S N 0 FR EPI TLE , UMBER 3

CONCERN I N G M OLLBERG ’ S PA RA DE TO CO RPORAL B O M AN ’ S GRAVE

O UT wa t h e r e l— in s of the y , plume arrayed the provost

s s fla he ,

s . Swinging his gold axe , he make a road to pass

Ta mbor ine — ch in t ! fife r ( Ching , g y , ching , ching ) The

o u s pr d with small moustache , - h is . Plump cheeked and blooming , takes out fife of brass KARL MI KAEL BELLMAN 5

- Drum starts a rumbling ; ’ s s Mollberg lead the mourner band ,

Shouting and mumbling , “ ! Then calls out , Stand

a -s ! See yonder fool there , that lunatic with arms winging - He twirls a drum stick and thumps it on a hide .

ch in t ! Two a n (Ching , g y , ching, ching ) cymbals here ’ s c other linging ,

One toots a Fre nch horn with cheeks in flated wide . One goe s and hammers — With a pan hoop on a bar, His frightful clamors

Resound afar .

e s e r va nt l— s e e - is Mollb rg , your But how bow legged he

walking , Piously duck-like and smit with tearful gloom !

c h in t ! e (Ching , g y , ching , ching ) And agerly behind him

stalking ,

unde rb m Lejon and Lustig and Lax and D o .

h is Tucks up coat then ,

s o Glances at his belt fine , Clears out his throat then Stand ! Straighten line ! ”

s . Nod back to Mollberg , my lady , I would be advi ing

See ! he salutes you and grin s with jes ting air . ’ Ch in c h in t m h is s ( g , g y , ching , ching In ti e upon heels he r 1s mg 9 6 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

! o ne t wo l— — ! One , two and , keep time together there

My what a bearing , New white boot s and splendid rig ! ’ Crape band he s wearing - And bob tail wig .

’ ’ D a lbe r s s s h e s s See g Kaj a , tanding at the window crying ,

m - s s ! Ti id and squint eyed , in kirt of able clad

ch in t ! is (Ching , g y , ching , ching ) A harp from the alley

s ighing ,

While plays the fiddle and laughs a soldier lad .

Veiled , with apparel

s Like a nun , the widow tands , Lean s on a barrel

With book in hand s .

“ s s s . is Move the proce ion Why , who dead here in alley ! “ s . Corporal Boman , the drop y laid him low

ch in t ! Win ma rk (Ching , g y , ching , ching ) See g mid

s friend that rally , ! Wig , black rosette , and a handkerchief of snow There in the lead he

s B e r s t rOm s Goe with g , then not lea t

s Comes tap ter Ede , And next the priest !

’ s - - There organ blower and tower man amid the tangle ,

Mine host from Sodom , my landlord from The Hole .

ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDISH LYRICS

OF FI S H I N G

UP ! e e ! , Amaryllis Wak , littl sweeting

a re e Clouds all fle ting ,

Cool the air . See how the glowing

Rainbow , its flowing

s Colors be towing ,

Make s all fair .

s s s Amarylli , truly I a ure thee ’ s s Peace on N eptune s bo om I ll ecure thee .

s Let the god of leep no longer lure thee , Let him no more overmaster thee there !

’ ¥ — Let s go a fi s h ing net s are all Spread now

Mope not in bed now , Qi ic kly rise !

Come thou , all bodiced , Kirtled S O mode s t ; Fish of the odde s t Be our prize !

s Amarylli , little one , awaken ,

’ O f Lacking thee , joy I m quite forsaken ;

s s From our boat the spray will oon be haken ,

As mid the dolphin s and Sirens it flie s .

s ! Bring rod and lines , and Spoon for our trolling

’ Up the s un s rolling Ha s ten the e ! KARL MIKAEL BELLMAN 9

Sweet , let us revel ,

Think thou no evil , Say no uncivil Nay to me !

u s s Let ail into the cove so shallow ,

s Or to yonder ound thy love did hallow ,

Erst , when at my fortune that poor fellow

T hyr s is was angry a s angry could be .

s we e t l I Come , then , embark and sing with me y Love rules completely

I n our brea s t . Wind s that would harm u s

u s Cannot alarm ,

Love still can charm us , bl t Make us e S .

’ s e Happy on the ocean fr tful billow ,

As within thine arms my head I pillow , Unto death my soul thy soul would follow

s r e é ch o s ! Sing , O ye Siren , the re t

’ O M F RS DM A N S SO N G S N 1 FR , UMBER 3

M A DA M E BERGSTROM ’ S PORTRAIT AT T HE INN OF LILYA IN TO RS HALL A

S s HU HED the torm that raged at night , And the stars with paling light More and more give token

Dawn by now has broken . I O ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s Cloud are streaming, n Sunlight beami g ,

s s is O n the mi t and moke gleaming . Breeze s blowing soft and gay

Rattle window s with their play ,

s Maples , a pens rustle ,

Roaring fountain s bu s tle .

- s Black cock ingeth ,

s Pea ant Springeth ,

h is s flin e th Harne s s on hor e he g .

s Fire now Skip , Flutters and licks

s s Bru hwood and chip ,

s s Gra se s and stick .

Porridge cooks on ruddy cinder . Now with locks awry Cotter on the s ly Feel s about for pipe and tinder ;

s m And a Dale an lone , e L aning on a stone ,

s s To the Shovel et his foot .

s Now the landlord don a boot ,

h is - Cleans brandy Still from soot , - Holds his pint pot , laughing , In h is doorway q u a fli ng ;

While he jokes there ,

Father smokes there ,

e Heroes th y amid the folks there . KARL M IKAEL BELLMAN I I Dame i n wagon by the gate

With her hand upholds her pate ,

Back and forward swaying ,

s Nods , in dreamland traying . m Sunlight s arts then ,

s Dame She Start then ,

Sip s a glas s a s She departs then . Wheel s in the mill

Start on their round . Hark ! through the s till Morn co mes the sound

O f the firs t blow s from the s mithy .

s m s Black ith , tall and pare ,

To the waist all bare ,

n s - Red to g held with fore arm pithy , ’ Twixt the forge and sand ,

Bellows in one hand ,

h is Singeth now morning prayer .

Winds are romping fresh and fair ,

’ Seed s and plant s and flo w r e t s rare t O pen shea h and petal ,

Smile where dewdrop s s ettle . - Dawn , all Splendid , Co mes attended

t s By delight wi h zephyr blended ,

s Fore t glimmers darkly blue , Hills and mountains ri s e in vi e w ; 1 2 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s Lamb and heifers roam there , s s Lads and las e come there . Loud they hollo

A s they follow ,

Herding all the flocks that wallow . Larks in the S ky

Wing the cool air , Roo s ters near by Flap wings and blare ;

O f s All Nature turn to duty , Or as it awakes

Glow and glory take s . And to trea s ure all the beauty

M o vit z now gets up ,

s -c u Grab his color p ,

s s h i Set his canva on s knee .

’ — Ha ! t is Madame Bergstro m s e e ! What a bonnet ! Glory be !

s s With a bo om no egay ,

s h e s . Pug on arm , goe gay

Ear— rings jolly ,

’ s Para ol , i — ! Faith Poor M o vit z and h is folly Sure I ’ ll die with laughing at

s o n h a t Her fop with Shepherd , Fine a s anybody ; - ! Beauty patch , the noddy KARL MIKAEL BELLMAN 1 3 Much to brag on ! See the sag on ! Her big double chin , the dragon Bosom tight-laced Juts from her frame My what a chaste

’ In n-k e eper s dame ’ On your canvas you ve inflicted ! Only will you s a y

s Why she sit , I pray , With a bird on wrist depicted !

’ A s s y , the reason thi ,

’ B e rgs t rOm s wife it is ;

He would take the truth amiss .

“ ’ O M FREDM A N S S S N FR EPI TLE , UMBER 39

A NO TA BENE

WHE N I have a flas k well laden

Nota bene , with good wine , And thereto a pretty maiden

be ne wh o Nota , is mine , Joy have I in fullest dower

Nota bene , for an hour .

Gay the time that we inherit

not : Nota bene , all good

Blows are o ft rewards o f merit ,

Enemies desire our blood . 1 4 ANTHOLO G Y OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Many think in bli s s to dwell ! Nota bene , bagatelle

wa e ! Go your y , life , n ver falter — Stop , though nota bene , there Age mu s t never seek to alter

To a witch my sweetheart fair . Wine and love exalt me high

Nota bene , till I die .

“ ’ O M F REDM A N S SO N G S N 6 FR , UMBER 5

OF H A GA

B F S UTTER LIE to Haga faring ,

s s When the fro ts and fogs are pent ,

s Find the wood their home preparing, - - Flower enwrought their pleasure tent . In s ects fro m their winter trances Newly wakened by the s u n ’ O er the mars h hold fe s tal dance s

- s And along the dock leave run .

s s Haga , on thy bo om doze

Many a plot of verdure brave , And the s nowy s wan repose s

Proudly on thy rippling wave . In the wood s a di s tant clamor Comes reechoed faint and fine

1 6 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDISH LYRICS Truly the flood-gates of heaven are broken Rich is the scent of flowe r and tree

s s u n Drizzling , the cloud now the but foretoken , ’ Thou may st see .

Céor us

’ s ! Is n t it delightful , little Fi hertown “ ! ” Delightful Be it spoken . Here the rows O f tree-trunks s tretching proudly down - In bran d new gown ; There the quiet reaches O f th e inlet flow ; And o ff yonder mid the ditches ! Ploughed land , lo

’ s — s m t ! I n t it delightful all the e eadows , hough

s o Delightful ,

O h ! Delightful ,

s s ! Hail , weet , who there at the window do t hover

s s ! Hark , how the bell from the city ound — See how with du s t cloud s the carriages cover All the green hue of the country around !

I in my s addle drow s ing s urvey thee .

s Hand from the window , cou in mine ,

s s c a n Fir t a dry ru k and a of, I pray thee , W Hogland ine .

’

etc. Is n t it delightful , KARL MIKAEL BELLMAN 1 7

O ff h is s to table is led my good charger ,

Whinnying , stamping in mad career .

s Soon in the doorway he Stand . How much larger Seem now h is eye s a s he stares at thee here !

s Thou dost enkindle all nature with plea ure , fl A S thy warm eye s e n a me now me .

’ Clang ! at thy lat t ice with heart s fulles t mea s ure ’ s Here to thee .

Chor us

’ Is n t ! it delightful , little Fishertown ” “ s Delightful ! Be it poken . Here the row s O f tree-trunks s tretching proudly down - In brand new gown ; There the q uiet reache s O f the inlet flo w ; And O ff yonder mid the ditches ! Ploughed land , lo

’ IS n t — s ! it delightful all these meadow , though

t s o Deligh ful , ! Delightful , oh

“ ’ O M FREDM AN S EPIS ES NU M B E 1 FR TL , R 7 1 8 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

J o a He r i/e K ell r en 1 1 — 1 h n n g , 7 5 7 9 5

TH E ART OF SU CCEEDI N G S I M PLE R U LE O F C O N DU CT FO R THE YO U N G

M Y dea r es t bo become a ool y , f ; In a ll t/iing s tfien you will s ucceed !

’ This wa s a prudent mother s rule Whe n firs t her s o n the word s could heed

Iid dea r es t bo become a ool y y , f ; In a ll tfiing s tfien y ou will s ucceed

is Sense a danger to Success ,

s s Which nearly alway , mercile s ,

s is s Take s care that Sen e hown the door .

s - s Wit but annoy with ill addre s , Where Folly plea s es more and more

s s s s An d never give a worm di tre ,

s But Slink on sidelong to the fore ,

Until , while wiser men ignore , - Presto ! he win s the longed for meed . A wit - y , is but a two edged tool

The devil must have forged indeed .

Iid dea r es t bo become a ool y y , f ; In a ll tfiing s téen you will s ucceed

W e s e e hil Folly , sleek and fair to , Is res t ing on an eide r bed JO HAN HEN R I K KELLG REN I 9

And flourishes in luxury , Poor Wit lies pale and ill bested O n hay and Straw mo s t woefully ;

s Sore vexed and adly underfed ,

He gnaw s a cru s t of mouldy bread . Then fly from Wit a s from the pe s t ; Upon h is lips there s mirk s a jest

W s d hich for all fools is poi on ire , For that fool mo s t whom all the re s t For might and ran k do mo s t admire ’ And if the dart should Stick — what s wors e

O f s The thin skin some holy per on ,

— m e nd l— O ft s Which God occur indeed , ’ r e No man will give , we all agreed , A twopenc e for Sir Wit again ;

s For hate , in heart of saintly breed

s Enkindled , only pau es when It s ee s it s writhin g victim feed

s s The temporal flame , and bid hi m then

To flame s eternal Straightway s peed .

N o m ood la d obe tlze r ule , y g , y ,

B e a dull a clr a dolt a ool 7 , , f ;

n a tnin ée u ill s ucceed I I ll g s t n y o w .

10 ! How right was that old lady , And how we s hould revere her nam e !

T h e Education Board , I trow ,

N O e e e ca n o easier, b tt r cours Sh w

T O - day for winning w e alth and fame . 2 0 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDIS H LYRI CS

s h e ! How well knew the world , that dame

o I f C rydon , poor studious boy , ’ Had m e followed but her son s exa pl ,

’ ’ He d Stand by now in Fortun e s temple .

e s a re Thos word gold without alloy , G o d keep her blessed soul in joy ! ANTHO LOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS 2 1

— a M a r ia L enn r en 1 1 8 1 Ann g , 7 5 5 7

T H E BOY AND H IS PLAYT H INGS

I S A W a little boy who made ff A ship o f fl u with flags arrayed , And he rejoiced in it how gladly !

e s Then cam a glum old age , and he Said ship and flag were trumpery ; — He proved it gone wa s all the glee . ! Ah , but the sage had acted badly

e The boy then tried another hop ,

s And in a bowl dissolving oap ,

He blew a gaily tinted bubble . “ The s age cried out : How can you dare !

Your mortal fate is symbolled there .

It wa s . sank , the boy in despair How came the sage to cau s e this troubl e !

- Ye over clever of our earth ,

is How little thanks your zeal worth , Which holds the glass o f truth before

’ To snare u s all in learn ing s net !

We are but children , therefore let U s keep our fooli s h plaything s yet

s ! In happine s , while you ignore us 2 2 ANTHOLO GY OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

CA STLE AND COTTA GE

THI S peas ant c o t of mine here

Is mine , though poor it be , And all their head s incline here

Who come to vi s it me .

Not many buildings ne s tle

In this wild neighborhood , ’ But there s a cloud-high castle

Up yonder in the woo d .

With noi s y pomp and riot

Dwells there a nobleman .

I always Sleep in quiet ,

But that he never can .

A courtier he wors e fortune !

A Splendid star he wears .

Poor lord , though he importune , How little joy he Share s !

One lovely day at gloaming

s a t I beside my door , When sudden I heard coming

His dogs with ye lp and roar .

His Grace was past me springing A S I in bli s s ful mood

2 S S S 4. ANTHOLO GY OF WEDI H LYRI C

TH E PORTRAITS

U PO N an old e s tate from ancient s ire s de s cended

A wido we d s t s counte s dwel ; the years her face had cored ,

Infirm wa s O f -flo we rs she , drank tea elder blended ,

s s On twinges of her leg for weather Sign depended ,

s a s s And oftentime the dame w to di traction bored . — One day for reasons unexplored , When with her maid s h e s a t where s oared

The lofty hall , with gilt and paneled leather Splendid ,

it s While , each i n appointed place , - Hung portraits of her high born race , She in her lofty mind bethought If conde s cendingly I brought

s s s My elf to peak with this dull per on , Perhaps the change would give my gout a s mall divers ion ; Though s urely s uch a Stupid flounder

s s Would comprehend the malle t fraction , Yet my own lungs would have s om e action And thi s poor s impleton would be quite lo s t in wonder ” O n heari ng tell of my extraction .

“ s S h e t s s Su anna , began at length , hi hall you weep ,

Sweep it each day throughout the year , You s e e w hat likenesse s are here ;

s s But gape , half illy , half a leep ,

s s m s At them , nor gue what folk you keep fro cobweb

clear .

s ! s s Li ten He on the right , ire of my grand ire dear , ANNA MARIA LENN G REN 2 5

IS e the much trav lled President , Who knew of ev e ry fly the Greek or Latin name ;

e e e To the Academy he gav , wh n hom he came , - A lob worm from the Orient .

W — in t h e e m ell , next beyon d him corn r by ischance

s o n - Is my dear only , th e Ensign late lamented ,

e e Patt rn in postur and the dance ,

s Whom all our hope were fixed upon , n Seven new pigtails he i vented . — A window draught he failed to shun ,

h is w s And a catarrh set in ; glorious course a run . A marble monument to him shall be erected .

Yon lady , to my ma , the Countess , near connected ,

Wa s i n her day esteemed a beauty of much note , ’ And — if indeed it s true and not a fabrication Helped Qi e e n Christine at coronation - To hook her under petticoat .

Sh e with the mantle , much admired , - — Is my great aunt a lovely face !

That old man in the robe attired ,

e A worthy uncl o f our race ,

’ Once played at che s s against the Czar of Ru s s ia s

Grace .

s ee Yon portrait to the left you ,

e . That is my sainted spous , the Colonel Who had ability and talent nigh supernal

-S h o o t in if b e ! In partridge g , not But now look well at yonder dame there

Within the pretty oval frame there , 2 6 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Who on her s welling breast is wearing a bouquet — ! Look hither not at that one , nay ’ T s e e s is plain to what pride within her glance repo es , And mark how nobly curved her nose is !

King Frederick to yon fair , one night , his court would

a P y ,

’ But She wa s virtue s s elf and ever humbly froze h is

s s s h is Fond pa ion , daring to oppo e ’ s : ‘ M a cnér e s a Attention , till aba hed , he had to y , ’ s o fli s h You have a parlou way .

s ff s o Many till live to tell of that a air naughty . ’ ! Well , don t you recognize her , eh Am I not known at once by yonder forehead haughty ! “ ” s s u s ! But , cried Su anna , God pre erve

s s - s Dropping her hear and needle ca e , Can that be meant to be your Grace ! Be meant to be ! What ! Leave my s ervice !

o fdo o r s s ! Minx , out with you and your unfini hed lace The Shame ! But still it happen s rightly

s s s When one essay to talk with uch a bea t politely .

The Counte s s had at once a fresh attack of gout ; h No moral to thi s tale a s further been found out . ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS 2 7

a r G s a a Leo o 1 6 —1 8 2 K l u t f f p ld, 7 5 9

A LEG A CY

FI DEI K O M M I S S

M Y dear George , my end is nearing , But I ’ d give you ere I go

s s Some in truction worth your hearing ,

Since to me your birth you owe .

’ re When you cold , my boy , go warm you ; ’ ve When you food and appetite ,

Eat ; come in , when rain would harm you ;

s u n s s When the hine , quench your light .

’ re s s I f you pre ed for ti me , then hurry ; ’

re s . And if you tired , Straightway top

’ s s I f you re leepy , re t from worry ; ’ ve s o ff When you lept it , get up .

Is your house no longer cheery , Pack your coffers and bego ne ; w W I f with travel you gro eary , — o s o n . Why g home again , my

ff s Flee the danger that a right you , Take what joys the fate s may send ;

a s a s t Live long life deligh s you ,

a s Die , I do , at the end .

By the s e principles directed

You may pa s s through life in bli s s . 2 8 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Thousands take it not ami s s ! Live and are by all respected h Wit no greater art than this . ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS 2 9

B e Lidner 1 —1 ngt , 7 5 7 7 9 3

SONG OF T H E B ATTLE—S KALD

O m um , if thou but have the heart

’ s Thy father path to try ,

’ s Go forth to play a hero part , And save thy land or die !

’ The fountain s voice is not s o rare

s Beside a flowery trand , The light of day is not s o fair

As death for native land .

Through every age the wings of fame

Thy glory Shall upraise , And in eternity thy name

s s Shall ring in ongs of prai e .

e win s That nam Shall a star al o , A maid e n young and free

Shall to thy tomb with roses go ,

Thy prieste s s there to be .

FR O M ME DE A 30 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

INTRO DU CTIO N TO “ SPA ST A RA ’ S D EAT H

’ Ze mbla s s s O f ON Nova peak , in vale parched Ceylon The man of hapless lot is a s my friend and brother ;

fa t e I Hearing his , pay my debt of tears anon ,

O Nature , unto thee , thou universal mother .

s Not , Heaven , that I dare accuse thy di pensation , Though on my budding Spring Wa s sent the deadly hail ;

s s But hould I only count my day of exultation , ’ m T would prove that in my brea s t a hu an heart mu s t fail .

’ ’ s O f is s Twixt fortune ebb and flood my Ship life ca t ,

s s s With feeble Hope to teer , while wave of grief roll pa t ;

s s e e No haven through the mi t I . ’ 3 ’ s You re not alone . With that con ole a tiger s heart Barbaric solace : that there many be Who bear in life an equal s mart ! — — Shall that O gracious G o d l allay mine agony ! A thou s and thunderbolts upon me fall !

’ Lucky within the depths of an abys s I d call

s e . Myself, were there not men till more unfortunat But — law severe of mortal fate !

’ At s O s m ight of ther pain I grieve in fullest easure ,

s . My blood chills in my vein , upon the rack I lie In heaven I could feel no plea s ure

s I f I from earth could hear my fellow cry .

S a s t a ra s And when , p , with ublime devotion

s A acrifice for love amid the flames you die , Shall I be spared from s a d emotion ! Shall I be hard as — Heaven toward you !

32 ANTH OLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRICS

Fr a z M i a e F r a z e 1 2 - 1 8 n k l n n , 7 7 4 7

C H A MPA GNE

D R I K ! - N They dissolve , the faint whispering

- s ! Froth pearl ; oh , drink

s ! Ha ten The lovely , the lofty , the noble ’ ll s Vainly you eek if the soul of them Sink .

Fool , if you fasten your eyes on the bubble , Water is all you may quaff at t he brink !

! Take They depart , the enravishing Hours ; then take ! All the most exquisite laughter and rapture

’ s Rise and sub id e while the moment s at Stake . Joy in the midst of its flight you must capture ; s s Rockets wh e n highe t the oonest Will break .

Soon from the earth flies e nS p irit ing ! Pleasure , ah soon Caught by the youth in h is keen expectation t Out of the grape as a delica e boon , Then from the ro s e-mouth that buds wi t h elation

’ ’ t o ff it s Straightway is to home o er the moon . ANTHO LOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS 33

— J o a O o Wa i 1 1 8 39 h n lf ll n , 7 7 9

FRO M “ TH E ANGEL OF DEATH

I A M the Strong One , and I have power

Till com e s a stronger to break my will . In deepest clefts or where m ountain s tower

Ye feel my breath in the blasts that chill . The pest that harrow s

s e s And clean s nation ,

’ And Night s dread arrow s D O mini s tration s For me ; res i s tles s their blows they deal

Through wall o f copper and targe of s teel .

s s s My wing on blasts of the torm are ru hing ,

s I roll the loud wave again t the Strand .

s s All State , all empires abide my cru hing ,

’ t h I wrest the bolt from e thunder s hand .

While I , pursuing ,

s H unt down the age , The s e a of doing

s Beneath me rage .

’ Man s works are Shattered before my feet t Till roaring billows no more s hall bea .

c a n O s Nor wit nor weapon long ppo e me ,

s t s . No art , no learning with and my might 34 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

s s To thralls as freedom I may di clo e me , s e But armed kings on their thrones I mit .

I call to battle ,

And armies fall then , Like slaughtered cat t le They perish all then ; N O drum Shall rou s e them from dream s profound

Until the Trumpet of Doom Shall s ound .

s My hand but waves , and the living legion

s s Are wept from earth unto chao , where No name is heard in the lonely region s

c a n And not a tongue make answer there .

A s forth I wander,

All thrones are crumbled ,

See Alexander , Napoleon humbled ! The victor monarch s of yore to-day

Are but a handful of common clay . AN THOLO GY O F S WED I S H LYRIC S 35

s a ia s Te er 1 8 2 — 1 8 6 E gn , 7 4

BIRD S OF PA SSA GE

’ So s u n s e hot Shines the on the Nile s fertil e hor ,

s ca n The shade of the palm protect us no more .

- s e t Then back to our home land we fain would forth , “ ” O ur squadrons assemble : Away ! to the north !

An d there far below like a grave to our view

s o We see the green earth and the ocean blue ,

s e Where torms and unrest nev r cease , but on high th As free a s the clouds o f e heavens we fly .

is Far up mid the mountains a vale outspread ,

And there we alight and prepare us a bed .

o ne O ur eggs near the Pole then are laid every ,

u n And hatched in the light of the midnight s .

N O hunter may trouble the peace o f our dale , - But gold winged elves come to dance in that vale .

- s The green mantled Wood Queen at eve wander there ,

’ And dwarfs hammers ring from some deep mountain lair .

But winter soon Stand s on the summit once more

h is And flaps white wings with a thunderous roar ,

’ s s - The hare fur grow white too , the ash berries glow , “ ” O ur squadron s assemble with : South we must go ! 36 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Then fields that are verdant , and waves that are hot ,

- - e ur And shade giving palm tr es are dear to o thought .

We rest there awhile from our journey , and then W l e ong for our world in the northland again .

KISSES

YO U for e very line I make Promi s e me a ki s s for wages ;

t h e s Gladly , then , I fill page ,

O Less re ward I ften take .

Still we ought to make some measure ,

s s . I with lines , with kis e you ’ : s s Let me count here even due ,

! s Call it eight The more my plea ure .

’ s Eight s unlucky , wor e than seven ,

Nine o f old the Grecian Muses ,

One for Sweden ten excuses .

The Apostles were eleven ,

’ e Judas nam I do not reckon , He who ki s s ed so faithle s sly ;

s s Fear not such a ki from me , f Lea s t O all when fair lip s beckon .

’ S s ! What the tally , all thi time

Eighteen ; some would think it plenty .

— I s Nineteen mu t match the rhyme ,

So perforce will make it twenty . ESAIAS TEGN ER 37

’ Well , the stanza s nigh complete ,

s s An d I teer me back to hore now ,

Therefore be content , my sweet ,

- o For the nonce with twenty f ur now .

T H E GIA N T I DWELL in mountain caverns , - Deep hid from daylight ,

’ Where n e ver Odin s eye can

Pierce through the darkness .

e th e — I hat white skinned Strangers ,

The sons of Askur , Who bow the knee to go ds that

My heart despises .

My joy it is to ride on

s The torm at mid night .

s I trample down the harve t ,

s s The hip I shatter . ’ I lead as tray the wand rer

h is Who seeks cabin , And I exult to s e e him

Quake at my laughter .

But I can bear the day too , ’ S O Though ne er dazzling , If the Valkyrie s wave their

-s Blood tained pinions . ANTHOLOGY OF SWEDI SH LYRI CS

How fine ! when bow-s ped swallows ’ Flit o er the army , And broadswords chill full many — A heart hot beating .

What wouldst thou with innocence , ” Daughter O f Embla ! ’ See ! in the troll s embraces

The bloom is withered .

s Why houldst thou fight for country , O youth ful Nors eman ! ’ He s old h is father s grave for

A golden pittance .

A sage s a t in a valley And s poke such wi s dom A s Odin might have heard

The head of Mimer . I flung a mist around him A h S there e pondere d . How fine ! The fool denies now - The great All Father .

e e I hate the dr ams o f po ts , Tho s e Valhall fancies

o Of fatherland and hon r,

O f god s and virtue . I can ’ t entice the fool in His cloudland roaming ;

40 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

is e : The Right et rnal though trod in the dust ,

Yet never her lily shall peri s h . m Though Evil have won all the world fro the j ust ,

Your will yet availeth to cheri s h .

Though Force and Deceit all without may have reft , Y t e hid in your bosom a stronghold is left .

The fiery will which was barred from its choice i s . Takes form , like to God , and action

s e s The Right find a weapon , the Tru find a voice ,

Men rise up in bold in s urrection .

’ The gift s you have brought and the dangers you ve f s O . Ari e out Lethe like Stars , every one

’ s S k And Poetry not as a bow in the y ,

Or volatile perfume of flowers . The beauty you make is not du s t that Shall

it s The age s but quicken powers .

it s Eternal is Beauty , metal sublime

We ardently seek in the water s of Time .

Then seize on all Truth , venture all for the Right , Make Beauty with joy for your wage s !

s m The e three from hu anity never take flight ,

s With them we appeal to the age .

s Whatever Time gave , unto Time you mu t pay ,

The Eternal alon e dwell s within you for aye . ESAIAS TEGNER

SONG T O T HE S UN

I s WILL ing unto thee ,

O thou radiant sun , High aloft on thy throne

In the deep , azure night , With the worlds left and right

A s s thy va sals . Below In thy glance they may glow ;

But their light thou must be .

Behold ! Nature is dead .

s Now , when gho ts walk about , O n her form night has cast - A black mort cloth at last . Many lam p s lend relief

s To the man ion o f grief. Thou again s t e p p e s t out

When the east burneth red . Like a ros e bud un furled

Now awaken s the world .

s It takes life , it take hue , ’ But wi t h joy thou lo o k s t down t O n the glit ering dew , ’ And the h illS flaming crown .

’ s And Life s flowing tream ,

s That was tilled in a dream , Now goe s murm uring on

With thine image , O sun , 4 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

m s Till , ore cool , thy ray fall

s O n the great we tern hall , Where fulfilled is each hope And where virtue may res t When the portals shall ope

s To the realm of the ble t .

O celestial one , say

s Whence thou came t , I pray . Wert thou by at the time The Almighty sublime Sowed the glittering night With the seed of the light ! Or perchance wa s thy place By the throne of the Lord Far aloft above Space Where the angels adored ; Till no more thou wouldst brook m The commands fro on high , And He wrathfully took Thee and flung through the sky With S upernal disdain Like a ball in the blue Which might Show to full V iew That He only doth reign ! Therefore on thou do s t roll With s o re s tless a will That no friend may console

Thee or bid thee be still . ES AIAS TEGNER 43

And anon thou do s t seek With a cloud to e n furl

The hot Shame o f thy cheek , For thou rue s t the day The Avenger did hurl

His From presence away , ’ And thou fe ll s t from His knee s

’ s To the sky de s ert s eas .

Seem s it long thou hast strode On thy journ ey alone ! Dost thou tire o f the road Thou s o o ften hast gone ! A s in age s untold

s e wa Thou ha t com the same y , Have thy tres s es of gold Never s ofte ned to gray ! ’ Th o u rt a warrior s tro ng

In the radiant Strath ,

And thy bold legions throng , - Over arching thy path . But the hour draws near When thy great yellow s phere

s With a loud noi e will break ,

And Creation Shall quake . Like a tottering wall Will the universe fall Into atoms with thee ;

And Time , that on high ANTHOLOGY OF S WED I S H LYRI CS

Like an eagle Sped free ,

Shall fall , wounded , and die .

s Now an angel doth oar , Where thou s wa mme s t of yore Like a swan gold of hue On the ocean of blue ; He looks dumbly around

O n the empty Profound ,

But he sees thee not there .

’ For , thy long trial o er , The Almighty thee bore

His On arm like a child , And received thee to re s t

His On fatherly breast .

Do thou roll on thy way And be glad in the light Till thou r e a ch e s t that day !

s We hall win through the night ,

s o Be it never long, And in fairer blue then I Shall hail thee again

With a lovelier song .

FAREWELL TO MY LYRE

A REWEL L ! s is , my lyre for now the cour e run . — m i Lay thee to sleep ; our Singing ti e s done . Before thy tones my s orrow often fled ES AIAS TEGNER 4 5

’ O l As Saul s of d . The echoes of them Sped w Through many a good , yea , far more orthy breast .

’ . ! I m done with thee Be still , and take thy rest

‘ “ ’ Frit h io f s Svea I once did sing and Lay ,

To Nature , Man , and God mine anthems rang

s s In ober truth I lived but when I ang .

s From north to outh the winds did Shift and sway ,

My poor heart had from thorns full many a pang ,

But many a rose would charm the pain away . — I s carce c a n tell my days have s eemed s o brie f f I I had more of joy or more o f grief.

Thou wert my weapon , naught but thee I carried .

Thou wert my Shield , none other could I get .

We went upon adventures , never tarried ,

We once would conquer everything we met . But at the grave the scutcheon must be s hattered ;

e s . God bids me now depart , my race is d ad or cattered

Thou Poetry , where erst my soul did dwell ,

e e ! Spirit o f heav n , far well , a long farewell

s I must go hence , my day will be but few .

: . Thou wert my everything the Good , the True I loved thee before all and over all ;

From heaven thou dost beckon me and call .

s s The day hall dawn when , from my ashe rising , A bard Shall come to sing with bolde r migh t 46 ANTH OLOGY OF S WED I S H LYRI CS

s s A train more lofty than my be t devising ,

s A ong I dreamed not ere my strength took flight , ’ s O f all that noble in our Northland Story , ’ is s O f all the might that still Sweden glory .

! Farewell I end where I began with thee ,

O Song , my only true Reality ,

Life of my life , the undying spark within me ; m s e . I part , though to the parting carce I win ’ s m s but s m Brother , the ti e not yet , on o e day ’ 11 We part no more , have no farewells to say . ’

! s . But now , farewell The parting not for long

s s Wither, ye laurel , round my temp le gray ,

s m ! Die on my lip , O thou , y final song

48 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

If I O ld ! were but with my father , though

! is Hark the bear growling with hunger .

And the bear is the mightiest fellow , I know ,

And s pares neither O lder nor younger .

O is ff S dark it far o in the fores t .

o S O s o The shadows c me down thick , thick ,

As if curtains were drawn together . ’ s s There rustle and rattle of stone and tick ,

s And troll are walking the heather .

S o is o ff s dark it far in the fore t .

’ ’ There s one ! There are two ! In their net they ll

a la s l— fir s Me , how the are waving .

. u s ! They beckon O God , do not Tho for ake ’ d By flight my life I be saving .

S O o ff s dark it is far in the fore t .

s The hour went by , the daylight was gone ,

wa n o w The y it grew ever more wild ,

’ ’ ’ There s wh is p r ing and rustling o er s tick and Stone

s As over the heath run the child now .

i o ff So dark it s far in the fore s t .

With rosy—red cheek and heart beating fa s t

’ To his father s kiln swiftly fleeing , “ e ! He fell . My d ar son , oh , welcome at last “ ’ ’ T is s . trolls , aye and worse I ve been eeing : ” O o fl S dark it is far in the forest . ERIK GUSTAF GEIJER 49

’ s o n is My , it long here I ve had to dwell ,

But God has preserved me from evil . Whoever knows his Our Father well

Fears neither for troll nor for devil ,

Though dark it is far o ff in the fore s t .

A M ARC H

O V M B R S I X T 1 8 2 N E E H , 3

O T R D FA HE LAN , whose memory

s t s In pires the youthful hear to prai e , M a y in our hearts the virtues be

That made thee great in former days . Too long the grave remind s in vain

s O f what thou can t not be again .

Rely not only on the past ,

’ But s peak Within the young man s brea s t ! Our fathers bid us by their Story

To live as they , and die in glory .

M US IC

O U G T TH H , whose hard Strife only midnight

s s t Prayeth , O M u ic , to re t him wi h thee . ’ s s s t Feeling, oppre ed by the day s gari h ligh ,

s t Turneth , O Mu ic , to thee in her fligh . ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI SH LYRICS

MIGN O N ETTE

F O W R L E i n the forest hidden ,

s Thou that dwelle t all unknown ,

Thee I Sing , that here unbidden

st Come from a kindlier zone .

Where no light thy petal s t a inet h

To a tint of blue or gold ,

s In the gra s thy head remaineth ,

Rivalling not thy s i s ters bold .

i ma s Sunbeam y cares thee never ,

is Yet a sacred fire thine , And unseen there blo o me t h ever

In thy soul a flower divine .

! is s ! Life , ah what life but sadne s

Sweetly thou dost breathe thy prayer . Be thou glad ! To give out gladne s s b f More avails than to e air . ANTHOLOGY OF S WED I S H LYRI CS 5 1

Per D a ie ma e s A tter bom 1 0— 1 8 n l A d u , 7 9 5 5

FELICIA ’ S SONG

C is s WHI H the lovelier cene , Which the more sweet of the Earth S O enchantingly green ! H e aven enchantingly blue !

While in a choosing des pair

Upward , then downward I glance , Who could s elect a s m ore fair ’ Earth now or heaven s expan s e !

Larks trilling up in the skies

s Call me to Share in their re t . Roses that fetter mine eye s ff O er their s o d for my ne s t .

Soaring , with anthems to go Up where the god s dwell on high

n s Dreami g mid flower below , Which were t h e better to try !

- - Lark like and rose like i n birth ,

s ! Soul , thou to both mu t belong

Soul , between heaven and earth Scat t er thou perfume and s ong ! 5 2 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

C H ORUS OF T HE WIND S

U P through the air, over land , over ocean , Swift let the Storm of our legions be hurled ! ’ Morn s ro s y wand with imperiou s motion

s u s Beckon forth to the wakening world .

Onward , to play in The billows that rove !

Onward , to sway in The murmuring grove ! Beast and dull man may but hark to the roaring

e Sound of our wings from som stifling den .

We firma me nt , to the freely upsoaring ,

s Come back to earth with our tiding again . ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS 5 3

r i J o a S ta nelius 1 — 1 8 2 E k h n g , 7 9 3 3

TH E NI XIE

A S O f WRE TH golden cloud are glancing ,

s Elve upon the lea are dan cing , While t h e s edge-crowned nixie ever

s Play his fiddle from the river . m But a lad in clu ps o f willow ,

s Hearing mu ic from the billow , ’ — Call s o er violet p e rfumed meadows Through the Silent evening Shadow s

“ O ld ca n s o ! Poor boy , how y ou play Can you make your s a d heart gay s o !

Though you cheer all else in nature ,

’ ca n You never be God s creature .

’ s Heaven s beauteou moonlit bowers ,

s Eden crowned with blooming flower ,

s s Angels bright with hue ely ian ,

s The e will never bless your vision .

’ s s Tear flow down the nixie face then ,

And he s inks to his o wn place then .

is Silent the fiddle . Never

Sounds the music from the river . 5 4 ANTHOLOGY O F S WED I S H LYRI CS

a r J o a s L ove m uis 1 — 1 8 6 6 K l n Al q t , 7 9 3

A WITC H OF KI N G C H ARLES ’ S TIME

’ s s HERE on the mountain lie the carlin blackened bone , m Hers whom aforeti e they burned here on a pyre .

s Now hall you hear the tale of that red flame , h Hear w y they brought the woman there and burned her .

m s s The old wo an took white liver of a pine board ,

s Stuck then the livers deep into a wall . Softly She went to the wall and with trembling hand s drew milk for her little child ;

’ o w a t But from the rich prie s t s c the milk w s aken .

’ s s They stood the child be ide the mother pyre .

T H E H EA RT ’ S FLOWER

h ue THERE is a flower that hath no ,

O f In the home the heart doth it grow . ’ T is God in heaven hath wrought that flower ,

s Thou mu t know . The flower hath Still no hue as yet

In the home of the heart where it grows , But God hath given to it the name - O f Brier Ro s e .

s s The thorn of the ro e are wounding the heart ,

And blood the bloss om dyes . The heart then a s k s of the Lord

5 6 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

J o a L vi R eber 1 8 0 — 1 8 h n ud g un g , 4 7 7

S VE N D UVA

HI S s wa s O ld father , once a ergeant , poor and and gray ,

’ h a d in - For he fought eighty eight , was old then , you

s a might y . And now he farmed a bit O f ground h is daily bread to gain

And had around him Children nine , the youngest one was

Sven .

That old m a n D uva had himself enough O f brain s to s hare h i a s a s s . Among a brood large , one hardly could declare

s s O f h is s m He urely gave the elder one too much all wit ,

o n a s wa s For to the s that la s t w born left the tinie s t bit .

u s s wa s Sven D uva grew p ju t the ame , Strong and broad

s of che t ,

t s Toiled like a slave in field or wood wi h unremitting ze t ,

Wa s m willing , gay , and kind of heart , far ore than clever

folk ,

h is wa s . ‘ Would turn hand to anything , but i n all a joke

’ s s s o n t In graciou heaven name , poor , wha can you ever be ! ”

s h im a d t The old man often aid to in s perplexi y .

’ s D u va s a But when uch talk would never end , Sven p

t ie nc e failed ,

s i t At la t he s e t h s head to work for all tha it availed . JO HAN LUD VIG RUNEBERG 5 7

SO one fine day it chanced when Sergeant Duva cooed again

O ld e e : e The unansw r d song What will b come of you , my Sven ! ”

s s The old man Started backward in astoni hment , becau e “ ’ ” s o n I ll be a soldier , said the , and Spread his uncouth

jaws .

T h e aged serge ant s miled a smil e full of contemptuou s doubt

s ! ! You ra cal , take a gun and be a soldier Oh , get out ” “ la d I O f Well , said the , make a botch all I take i n hand ; ’ ” Perhaps I ll find it ea s ier to die for king and land .

wa s s s Old Duva urpri ed and touched , a tear rolled down h is face ; — And Sven h e s houldered knapsack for the first recruit — ing place . ’ -s s s t Full ize they found him , bri k and trong ; was all they

s a ked , and he

’ un k e Became forthwith a raw recruit in D c r s company .

’ And now came D u v a s time to drill and go through ex

e r is e c ,

To watch him wa s a wondrou s Sight ; he drilled i n curi

s ous wi e .

The corporal might shout and laugh , might laugh and

shout his best ,

s The new recruit went on alike for earne t or for je s t . 5 8 ANTH OLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

t h e s t When all re were tired out , he never seemed to fret .

He tramped until the ground would quake , and marched - till all a s weat ;

’ t wa s But when the order came to turn , his unhappy

lot ,

To face to right or face to left , whichever he Should not .

“ wa s s Then he taught to Shoulder arm , and taught to “ ground arms , too , ” “ s s s s Pre ent arm , level bayonet , all the e they thought he knew ; “ ’ “ ! wa s d When Shoulder arms called , he level bay

m s o et maybe , “ At Ground arms ! up his gun went to h is Shoulder in

t a ntl S y .

’ D u va s So finally Sven drill grew famous far and wide , The o fli ce rs and Soldiers came and laughed until they cried ;

But Still he kept on patiently , untroubled by a doubt , -’ And waited for a better ti 1n e t was t hen the war broke

O Ut .

t h e s When orders were to break up camp , que tion had

to come ,

Had Duva wit enough to fight or Should he Stay at home .

s s s h is He li tened calmly to their plans , but oon propo ed own

’ ’ If I can t go with all the rest , I ll have to go alone .

6 o ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

“ He e s bade the leader , Get the bridge d moli hed ifyou can , ’ s And if you can t , well , hold it then , and fight to the la t man !

’ s t h e fo e u s The army lost if now should take in the rear .

’ S a nde ls m will come to your support , he ll soon hi self be ” here .

o ff He galloped . But scarce the band had gotten to the bridge

s s s s Before platoon of Ru ians ro e above the farther ridge .

O s s They pened rank , clo ed up , took aim and fired . At the s ound O f their firs t volley eight bold Finn s went reeling to the

ground .

The rest shrank back : why tarry there when nothing could be gained !

s s Another cra h of mu ketry , and but five Finns remained . ’ “ ” s s ! They all obeyed the sergeant call , Trail arm and ! ” then , Retreat

Only Sven D uva got it wrong and levelled bayonet .

s Still wor e , the order to retreat got twisted in his head ,

And , far from facing right about , down to the bridge he

sped .

s s s He Stood there firm with houlder quared , quite calm

s and easy till , Ready to Show to all that came h o w well he knew h is

drill . JO HAN LUD VI G RUNEBERG 6 1

’ n t They did give him long to wait , for ere he took his

stand , Behold ! upon the little bridge there thronged a ho s tile

band .

a cro s s bu t a s m Man after man they rushed , each he ca e on

- - - - d a G o t o ve r a n w s . face to right or face to left , fell , gone

N O human arm wa s strong enough to make that giant

yield ,

An d when the rear ranks tried to Shoot , the front ranks h were is Shield .

fie rce r t h e h is m The was the foe , more hope would co e

n to aught , When up came S a nde ls wi t h h is men and s a w how D uva

fought .

” “ ! s t s Bravo he hou ed , fine ; keep on , you plendid fel ! low , you

’ O ff s Throw every devil the bridge , hold on , for God

s ! ake , do

’ ’ S a s s That how a Finn should fight , y , that a oldier you

a may s y .

s h is ! h a s s Come on , boy , hurry to help for he aved the day ! ”

The enemy s oon found them s elve s checkmated in the game ;

s s s t The Ru ian , turning righ about , retreated whence m they ca e . 6 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

wa s Sa nde ls h is s When all quiet , left hor e and went to

s e e

Th e soldier wh o stood on the bridge and fought s o gal

la ntl y .

His - s They pointed out Sven D uva then . battle lu t was

gone ,

For he had fought there like a man , and now the strife

a w s done .

s a s s s s It eemed though in wearine he re ted after play ,

la . No longer bold and confident , but very pale he y

Then Sa nde ls bent him down above that face s o white

O f hue ;

wa s m No unfamiliar man that , but one who all men

kn e w . But Sa nde ls s a w that underneath h is heart the gras s wa

red ,

His s brea t was pierced , and through the wound his life

s by now had ped .

“ ’ Thes e were the words the general spake : We 11 all of u s admit

t o That bullet knew far more than we , it knew the place hit ;

’ s It left unhurt the poor lad head , which was not of the

best ,

h is And found itself a worthier mark , noble , valiant

’ bre a s t f

64 ANTH OLOGY O F SWEDI S H LYRI CS

Hard by t h e field where wave s of stri fe had flooded and reverted f t r o a d a t h a l de s e r e d . Lay a small cottage near the , that time On the low door-step s a t a girl who s ilently would cast Her glance on the returning troops a s they were march

ing pa s t .

a h s She looked s one w o s ought . Who know to what her mind wa s turning ! A hue more deep than s un s et gave u p on her cheek wa s

burning .

s a t s o s s s o m She till , her earching look war ly would

entreat ,

s n a s s h e That , if She li te ed She looked , heard her own

heart beat .

But ever a s they went their way s h e watched the troop s

advancing ,

s From line to line , from man to man , her eager eye were glancing ; There wa s a que s tion in her look that trembled u ne x

s s pre ed , For s h e wa s Stiller t han the Sigh that s t ole from her full

breas t .

But in the end when all had pa s s ed wi t h never once a

token ,

’ s o ut t wa s The poor girl calm held no more , her forti ude broken ; JOHAN LUD VIG RUNEBERG 6 5

N o t s h e loud she wept , but on her palm slowly bowed her

head , And soon great tears came rolling down and bathed her

cheek so red .

Wh ! is us y do you weep Take heart again , for hope left

plainly .

’ — s My daughter , hear your mother s voice , your tear are flowing vainly Alt hough ju s t here and now your eye s could find not h im

s they ought ,

s s s Yet still he live , and therefore live becau e on you he though t

O f He thought you , for when he left , he left with right good warning ;

s s s a s O ff s I bade him take no heedle ri k , he went thi

morning .

s He went becau e he had to go , he thought not of the fray

’ s I know he had no will to die and throw life joy away .

The girl looked up and trembled there , from dreams of

Sorrow waking .

’ a s m s w o e Moved by foreboding , it see ed , her heart mute

s for aking ,

s b u t s s She Straightway ro e , She looked once acro the field

of fight ,

t s t s Stole to the road , hen of ly fled , and di ap p eared from t s igh . 6 6 ANTHO LO GY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

a s s e d a no t h e r An hour had p , hour, and night the earth had

covered ,

And over du s ky wood and field a s ilver cloudlet hovered .

— m is s . M She tarrie yet y daughter , co e , in vain all your

fear, - T O morrow while the dawn is gray your bridegroom will ” be here .

m s s At las t She ca e . With ilent tep She neared the mother

Slowly ,

s s Her gentle eyes were filled alone with tearle melancholy , Her hand Stretched out in greeting wa s a s chill a s the

night air , And her cold cheek wa s whit er than t h e Cloud above her

there .

s Oh , make my grave , my mother dear , for hort will be

my life now , Since he who won my faith and troth h a s ba s ely fled the

s trife now .

He thought of me and of himsel f, he followed as you

planned , ’ h is s h is And he betrayed brother hope , betrayed father

land .

When others came and he came not , I wept his fate most

truly , Among the dead there on the fi e ld I thought him lying duly ;

6 8 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s s The ummer glow , the night profound ,

ca n All , all that eye or ear greet ,

s Or make our glad heart beat .

’ T wa s here of old our father s fought

s With brain , and word , and plough ;

s In clear or Cloudy day they wrought , Whatever fate their fortune brought — The Finn-folk s uffered none know s w And won what e have now .

Oh , who could tell the fearful tale t O f what that folk wi hstood , Their hunger in the wintry gale When wa r ran red from dale to dale !

’ Who reckon all the heroe s blood And all their hardihood !

’ T wa s s here they Shed that crim on tide ,

Ye a , here for us it flowed ,

’ T was here they thrilled with vict or pride

’ T wa s s here in bitter grief they ighed , The folk that bore our heavy load

Before our day had showed .

u s is To there no fairer Spot , We s uffer here no dearth ;

s lo t However fate may ca t our , J O HAN LUD VIG RUN EBERG 69

’ ve A land , a nat ive land we got . What better could men a s k on earth To love and hold of worth !

u s s And here before lie that land , Our eye s behold it here ;

s And we can rai e our outstretched hand , And gladly point to s e a and strand “ s a : And y Behold it , far and near , ” O ur nat ive land s o dear !

m If we were borne to real s of light ,

All golden in the blue , And were our life a star-dance bright

W t s s hich nei her igh nor tear hould blight , To thi s poor land where firs t we grew

O ur longing would be true .

m s O land o f yriad lake , thou land

W s t here ong and ruth may be ,

’ s s Where life rude ocean pares a Strand ,

’ ’ s Our father land , our children s land ,

s m Be not a ha ed o f poverty ,

s ! Be glad , ecure , and free

The flowers in t heir bud s that grope Shall burs t their s heat h s with s pring ; So from our love to bloo m Shall ope 70 ANTHOLO G Y O F S WEDI SH LYRI CS

t h Thy gleam , thy glow , thy joy , y hope , And higher yet so me day Shall ring The patriot-song we s ing !

TRO U BLE NOT TH E M AI D E N ’ S SO UL

s a t ON the bank the maiden , t Ba hed her feet there in the brook , When a bird above her s ang ! Maiden , trouble not the brook

Heaven is no more mirrored there . Then the maiden rai s ed her glan c e And with weeping eye s S h e s aid :

s Do not orrow for the brook ,

Soon the brook will clear again . When you s a w me on a day

s Standing here be ide a youth , Unto hi m you s hould have s aid

’ ‘ s s Trouble not the maiden oul ,

For it never will be Clear,

Never mirror heaven again .

TE A RS

’ s s un s WHEN o er the cre ted wood the , upri ing ,

-d s Had made the valley dew rop gleam , a maiden

t s f Wi h tear of joy went orth to meet her lover ,

s Who , looking in her eyes , addres ed her , smiling

You wept at my departure , now returning

7 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

’ ’ T was b e neath a lover s lips they reddened .

s s Pale her lip were at the la t returning ,

a s They were pale because her love w s faithles .

11

’ s s Spring s fir t flowers are the fir t to wither , ’ And the brook s first bubble s firs t are broken

’ s But thy heart s first love , O youthful bo om ,

Far outlive s whatever loves may follow .

x

In the park a pair of fin che s ne s ted .

wa s Through the spring the male ever singing ,

Through the summer oft he would be silent ,

s And when autumn came he cea ed completely . ! — Why Becau s e a s long as Springtime lasted He had naught to think of but h is s weetheart ;

s s h im But with ummer vexing care drew nigh , Worrie s for h is home and tender offspring ; And when autumn came and day s grew chilly

Forth toward other Clim e s went all his longing .

) ( III O ver the fence the lad

Leaned by the girl he loved , Looked on the wa s ted field :

h a s Summer fled away , Flowers are withered now ;

c h e c k But still your is bright , Roses and lilie s there JO HAN LUDVIG RUNEB ER G 7 3

a s Blossom formerly .

Spring came once more , and then Lonely the lover Stood : — G one was the girl s h e lay

’ Withered in earth s embrace ;

Green was the field again , - Smiling and blossom clad .

xv1 Coun s els three the mother gave her daughter

s Not to igh , not to be discontented ,

s Not to give a ki s to any lover .

s Mother , if your daughter di obey not

s s s In the last of the e three thing you coun el ,

s She will di obey in both the others .

xv 1 1

On the Even of St . John the maiden Winds on three green wheat-s talks nigh t o budding

s ff Silken thread , each of a di erent color ; Then S h e goes upon the mo m thereafter

To the plac e to know her future fortune .

s Well and good . But hearken how she doe it

h a s I f the black , the stalk of grief, budded ,

s . She will tell , and share her grief with other

o h a s If the red , the stalk i y , budded ,

s . She will tell , and hare her joy with others

r e e n t h e s If the g , talk of love , has budded ,

She will hide her joy within her bo s om . 74 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRIC S

M OR N I N G

N o w the s u n begins to Sprinkle

s Ea tern clouds with purple hue , And on bu s h and gras s -blade twinkle

s Pearly shower o f dripping dew .

All the woodland birds are winging

s Jubilant from spray to pray , Myriad Songs o f j oy u p s pringing

Ere the last have died away .

s s Inlet ripple , wave are bending,

s s Grove are Stirred by gentle flaw , Leaf and flower perfumes blending

W s s ith each breath the bo om draw .

Angel , friend of every being ,

s You that dwell in yon far Skie ,

— m a n s Dawn , what with power of eeing Looks on you with sullen eye s !

s s Fled the mi t of care that lower ,

s Gone the cloud from every brow, Day in thi s his Childhood hour

Loves but childlike feelings now .

s a d Not one or mourn ful creature ,

Joy and hope in all have part , With the wakening mo m of nature

Morning wakes in every h e art .

76 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

T H O U GHT

THOUGHT , behold yon bird there Swinging

h is On journey , free and light . You have pinions too for winging

Toward a realm divinely bright .

s Grieve not , though you eem a captured

- s s a d Earth bound pri oner , and loth .

Swi ft as light or bird , enraptured ,

You may fly more free than both .

If the earth delight you , tarry Mid it s plea s ure s for a time ;

I f it irk you , hurry , hurry

s m Unto region ore Sublime .

BES IDE A S PRIN G

0 PR I G S N , upon your bank I lean

s And watch the cloud that dri ft ,

A S s , guided by a hand un een ,

Within your wave they Shift .

s s s a s There come a cloud , it mile red A s budding ro s es might ;

s it A hort farewell , and is fled

With unreturning flight . JOHAN LUDVI G RUNEBERG 77

’ S Yet here another , still more fair And radiant than the last !

s But , no le s transient , through the air

s s s It hurrie and has pa ed .

! s Another Thi one hastes not though , It plods along the blue ; ! But cold it is and dark , and lo

s . My Spring , it darken you

s Then as I look , my fancie roam , Till on my soul they dwell ; How many a golden Cloud h a s come

And bidden it farewell ,

How many a gloomy cloud has sent

Deep night across its day ,

S O ! They came quickly , ah but went

So slowly thence away .

Right well I underst and the lore O f how their Shadows roll ; ’ They are b ut thin clouds pa s s ing o er

The mirror of my s oul .

’ The mirror s hue mu s t need s depend

’ s On yonder cloud behest ,

b u bblin s O Spring , when will your g end , When will your waves have re s t ! 7 8 ANTHOLO G Y OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

THE S OL D IER BOY

s s m s e e MY father was a oldier young , the fine t you ight ;

’ m fift e e n in s m m Took ar s at , two year he ca e to an s degree .

The field of honor he could hold ,

h is s He kept tation , gay and bold ,

In blood , i n fire , i n hunger , cold ,

A wa s . y , such a man he

wa s wa s t I a boy when peace broke and he went for h to fight , h is h im But Still I mind Splendid stride , I mind day and night ;

h is h is His hat , plume , sunburnt hue ,

h is s The Shadow o f eyebrow too ,

His s o gallant form , grand to view ,

s Will never leave my ight .

Then from our army in the north right soon were tidings brought

s wa s How fearle s and how strong he , how i n each fight he

fought .

e He had a medal now to w ar, By next report he had a pair :

s e ! Ah me , how gloriou to be th re

Within my heart I thought .

s s wa s The winter pa sed , the now was gone , the spring

blithe and brave , “ ’ th e s : h e When came new Your father s dead , his life

nobly gave .

8 0 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

if I s And live till I am big and reach fifteen ome day , ’ t s dis To hat ame hunger , war , and death I ll go without

may .

s When whizzing bullet fill the air ,

s Whoever seek may find me there , For I in turn would follow where

My fathers led the way .

LA U G HTER

L A UGHTER without a home n Wa dering mourn fully , ’ Came to a great man s lip s May I have lodging here ! ” i This s the home of Pride .

Laughter without a home l Wandering mournfu ly ,

’ Came to a scholar s lips May I have lodging here! w h ” Here d ellet Gravity .

Laughter without a home

Wandering mournfully ,

’ Came t o my s weetheart s lips May I have lodging here ! ”

s is Thi the home of Love ,

s s h a s Just now a ki come , ’ T we was you waited for . ANTHOLO GY O F S WED I S H LYRI C S 8 1

— ia s S ehls tedt 1 8 08 1 8 . El , 7 4

T H E SNOW—SP A RROW C M O E in , come in , you little sparrow , tapping ’ - ! Yo u ll s My window pane break it oon , I vow . How stupid ! flying all around and flapping

a s When winter is as keen and cold now .

’ There at the window-frame you re pecking vainly ! ’ Come in , come in The evening fire I ve lit , ’ Fly round the corner and you ll s e e quite plainly ’ I ve opened the piazza door a bit .

s ! ! Dear me , what saucy manner Well , I never ’ nt l — I m G e l . y very frank ; forgive me , pray

’ Peeping at my thermometer ! that s clever ! ’

: s s . Forgive , forgive me , please it j u t my way

Sing out i f you are hungry and a vagrant ; ’ ’ t You don t look very shy , I m bound to Sta e .

s ! Regi tered are you , or a beggar flagrant t ! And , please , have you your bir h certificate

’ re ! You freezing surely . Lord you poor wee body ,

In summer trou s ers at this time o f year .

ff s ! Well , may I o er you a glas of toddy ’

! . Come in , come in We ll talk it over here 8 2 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s e e Here at my poetry you me Sitting, And you could help a little while I rhyme ;

m s Then , I the words and you the u ic fitting , ’ 11 s We do a little book for Christma time .

8 4 ANTHOLO G Y OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

s s s The mountain peaks were hining , but till the wood

were dim ,

s s a d And in the birche murmured a and eerie hymn .

Then deeply in the dark sighed the forest .

s s The little boy sped onward acro the moorland wild , With many an ancient tale his mind was haunted ;

s s The tars pursued their course , the heaven smiled and

s miled ,

But still he could not find the path he wanted .

s s o Ye gentle star that travel high upon your way , Ye e littl withered flowers , oh , tell me , tell me , pray , ” Who is it s ighs so deep in the fores t !

s s But all the star were ilent , the little flowers too ;

s s O h , many bitter tear the boy was hedding , ’ W s s Until he reached the elve s home . ith winged tep he

flew ,

And cried , within their charmed circle treading

wh o s o Oh , ye dance nimbly along the heathery way,

e Wee broth rs and wee sisters , oh , tell me , tell me , pray, ” Who is it sighs s o deep in the forest !

s - — s She miled , the little elf queen , her lip were passing

fair ,

s h is And aid , ruddy cheek the while caressing

’ c r Don t y , my pretty fellow , although you know not where

’

ve is s . You come , and fear upon your heart pre sing BERNHARD ELI S MALM STR OM s 5

wa Be seated on this hillock beside the heathery y , And dry your eyes and listen to what I now Shall s ay

s O f that which sighs so deep in the fore t .

’ h is s e a When Night begins journey o er land and shining ,

s And when the signs o f day at length are vani hed , When waves have gon e to rest them beneat h some ’ s i land s lee ,

And pretty stars return that erst were banished ,

Then , then the vault of heaven grows clear and mirror

bright , A troop o f blessed angels come down in silent flight

s And shower on the e arth their tears of ilver .

When poor Earth s e es her image within the mirroring Skies

s s o And find herself dismally depicted ,

: s s s And counts the sins the murder , the vanitie and lie

’ s s a fll ic te d Wherewith these thousand year she been , A deadly throe of horror Strikes through h er marrow

there ,

s c o n fe s s io n t h e s The mountain make , valley fall to prayer , ” And deeply in the dark sighs the forest .

’ O h t h a nk s t h e e th o u - ! I ll n o t , to , elf queen forget thy lore ,

Nor fear as I go home across the heather . Look ! there within the moonlight I s e e my path once more ;

’ o —b 11 Go d y , we not forget this time together . 8 6 ANTHOLO GY O F SWED I S H LYRI CS

’ ’ s a s I ve neither good nor treasure , I m poor as poor

can be , But here I promis e Heaven t hat not becau s e of m e

m s Shall co e at dusk that igh from the fore s t .

M Y ! SOFTLY , H EART

S O F T ! s LY , my heart For you soon will re p o e ,

Soon u nto clay will be turning .

wa s s Wild your beating, but weary it grow ,

is Now for green peace it yearning . Under the murmuring linden s deep

s Soon shall you wait in your lonely leep .

’ ve s Faithful you throbbed these many long year ,

Sorrows and joys you have given ,

rn e s Causing laughter and causing me tear ,

s Cau ing my guilt before heaven . ’ s But , if you inned , you would ne er shun the cost ;

’ s t wa s ff . Glowing, remor eful , you su ered most

8 8 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRICS

G a r Wenner ber 1 8 1 — 1 0 1 unn g , 7 9

HYM N

’ O D u id s t t s O G , Who g the fate of na ion , m Al ighty over every land , Both life and death and all m utat ions

Controlling with Thy mighty hand , What punishment Thy will ordaineth For s ins that Sweden mu s t atone

s s s She bear with gladne , while remaineth

h e h a s The ancient freedom s known .

’ s s s T is thi that shield when danger lower ,

s That comforts her when n ef en fold , That guards when foe s would overpower

Better than Sveaborg of old . Come want ! come all you ea s tern Slave s here !

s ! Come faction , ca t your firebrand ’ T is but that we may dig your grave s here

’ ’ s vith io d By freedom might on S s strand . ANTHOLO GY OF S WED I S H LYRI CS 8 9

Vi e m s S r a ber 1 8 1 8 — 1 8 lh l Augu t t nd g , 7

SWEDIS H N A TIO N AL HYM N

L ET Swedi s h bo s oms deep and strong In s i mple and uni t ed song D O honor to our king ! h im Be true to and to his race ,

h is Make light his crown and firm place ,

Your highest faith to do him grace , - ! O far famed people , bring

’ s m s O king , thy people aje ty Is but as thine ; we look to thee

To guard it from the foe . t t I f all the world in ba le came , m We should not fear the threat of Sha e , But make a foot s tool for thy fame

O f enemies brought low .

But i f should come our final day ,

Then cast thy purple robe away ,

o ff Lift thy burdening crown , t m Bring the old flag and ake co mand , Beneath its blue and yellow s tand Then go thou forth with sword in hand To peri s h with renown !

s Ah , hold that glorious banner fa t , Lead on thy people to the la s t 9 0 ANTHOLO G Y OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

And boldly face the s torm ! Thy faith ful folk wi t h hero-mood Shall dye it in their deare s t blood

A royal purple , warm and good , t h To wrap y royal form .

in O God heaven , evermore

a s s Be with us Thou wa t of yore , In s pire upon our s trand The ancient valor yet again

s s O f Swedi h monarch and their men , Thy Spirit resting now a s then ’ O er all our nort hern land !

9 2 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

’ T is by her prompting we unders tand

Truth , Virtue , Freedom , and Native Land .

And what do we give her throughout our live s !

s h e s But grief, which tenderly forgive ;

is A lukewarm love that much divided ,

s A care that leave her too oft unguided .

We a s bring no cheer her life decays ,

But leave her lone in her autumn day s .

t s h e is Yet in her though with him still ,

a t The wayward one who would roam will , And like a torch of angelic favor Her prayer s direct when our footstep s waver ;

’ Her Chri s tian faith on our life s long road

Can point the way to a sure abode .

s s s ! Oh , may uch mother be ever ble t

s s s s In flood of orrow how weet to re t ,

s n To find a comfort amid our trivi g ,

s s And flee the turmoil of elfi h living ,

s s m s O n uch a bo o , ecure from harm Planted and cheri s hed by ki s s e s warm !

s Hi h a s ! Reward , O Mo t g , we never can

s s h e s Thy eed owed in the growing man ,

is s t Thy love it , O Mo t High , none o her ’ That s mirrored clear in the eyes of a mother ;

’ ’ T will ever be like the sun s las t gleam

When tho s e dear eye s s hall have cea s ed to beam . ZAKARIAS TO PELI US 9 3

RO SE—M A RIE

L s h e s - ONE in the wood sang , the pretty Ro e Marie ,

s a w s h e Came to the limpid brook , her picture there ;

s Loo ened her braided hair, Smiled then a s s pringtime fair

s o s o Why art thou , brook , glad , and all thy flowers gay ; Why doe s the forest bright

Smile as with green delight ,

is s k s o wh s - ! Why the y blue , y do I ing to day

s O h m - Come , aid the brook , , co e , thou pretty Rose Marie ,

s s ! Come as the breeze come , that whi per light and free

s Sit here upon the trand , t h Lean down and cool y hand ,

s s Loose n thy hoes and lay thy mall blue garters by . ’ s Rest on the birch root , - Bathe there thy snow white foot , ’ T i C . s . ! Lave thy red heek well Now , hark to my reply

s o e s - This makes me feel glad , thou pr tty Ro e Marie m s o . I am thy irror now , and may look at thee Therefore in pure delight Blooms all the woodland bright - i Thi s day our Rose Marie s turned of seventeen . - Heaven is blue to day ,

s o And thou dost sing gay ,

s Ay ! for a thief of hearts dwell s in the fore t green . 9 4 ANTHOLO G Y O F S WEDI S H LYRICS

T H E MILKY WAY

s THE lamp have been put out , and now the night is

s hu hed and Clear ,

s s s And now do all the memorie of vani hed day appear ,

t s s And ender legend flit about like gleam amid the blue , Unt il with sad and wondrous joy the heart is kindled

t O O .

’ The limpid s tars look downward in the winter mid night s glow

s s s a s With bli ful mile , if no death were known on Earth w belo .

’ s s s ! — I ll Can you di cern their ilent peech tell you , i f

I may ,

s A tale the star once told to me about the Milky Way .

s s Long ince , upon a tar dwelt he when all the heavens

were bright , While s h e dwelt on another orb in distant realm s of

night .

wa s Zu la mit h The name of her Salami , and hight he , And each loved other with the love of s piri t s pure and

free .

The two had dwelt before on earth and loved each other

there , But had been parted by t h e might o f Sin and Deat h and

( Zare .

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e Then terror seiz d the cherubim , and God in haste they s ought :

Z ula mit h Behold , O Lord , what Salami and have wrought !

t s wa s m But God Almigh y miled , and all bright with bea s o f j o y

m r e a lm I What love hath wrought within y , never will ” destroy .

Zu la mit h And Salami and , their bridge completed quite , ’ — Ran s traight into each other s arm s and then an orb

of light ,

s The faire t in the vault of heaven , appeared where they had pas sed ; Aft er a thou s and years of grief a heart had bloomed at

last .

S O all who on this darksome earth have loved with ten

der heart ,

S o r ro w D e a t h N i h t h a v e Whom Sin and , and g , ever kept

apart ,

wo rld in s May build a bridge from world to , region of the

s ble t ,

’ s t May come unto the loved one s ide , and here at length

find re s t . ZAKARIAS TO PELIUS 9 7

LITTLE M A IA

M M - MA A, as I went out to day

s m s To chool , y pocket laden

s m e t With nut , I upon the way t A dainty lit le maiden . She looked a s s weet a s when you

s — A little twi t of raisin cake .

She had anemones in her hair ,

s s A no egay on her bo om .

She skipped along on tiptoe there ,

a - Her ba s ket all blo s som .

a s And She went , yet more and more

h e Fell out the flowers that s bore .

“ : She said Oh , come and play with me In yonder blooming alley !

is The lark warbling there for thee , ” s The brook ings in the valley . “ s : I aid Not now ; it would be wrong, ” Because my lesson s are so long .

“ ’ ” : s ! s I asked her What your name She aid , “ ’ ” Just Maia ; I ve no other . ’ s ! Who your mamma , a lady bred ” A jackdaw is my mother . ’ ” “ T h e s Who s your papa ! we t wind he . ” “ - - Your s i s ter ! Ro s e o n Cheek is s h e . 98 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

“ ! ” “ I a s ked then : Are you poor How s o !

u n The s is my grandfather . “ ! ” “ And do you go to school Oh , no . s I pick the flower rather . ! ” “ Where do you live On all the earth . ! ” “ ’ Where do you go To the frozen north .

She gave a nod and went her way

s o With eyes that hone s brightly .

— is s h e ! I went to school . Who , pray ! Oh , can you tell me rightly ’ I ve puzzled all day long on it ,

s And le s ons will not go a bit .

’ ’ s s s I ll burst , my head in uch a tir ,

o My thought s are s u nruly .

But , mother , think if Maia were The maid of springtime truly !

Ah , come , my little Maia fair , And peep in at the window there !

ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

TH E TWO BELLS

TR A NS P A RENT and ethereal above the Sea of Time it A tower all o f crystal uprears s form sublime . The wall s of its foundation s ink down abysmally More deep than any thought ca n reach or any eye

s e e .

s s h e a ve ns it It rise to the tarry , pierces through and through , Until it leaves the las t lone s tar behind it in the blue ; It lift s it s airy belfry through s pace to s uch a height ’ That man s imagination reels in terror at the flight .

’ s l s Two bells there are Su pended within that be fry dome . The firs t is wrought of dawn-light that s treamed e re day had

come . It s way s it s golden clap per when flitting thought s have

birth , And s oftly chime s in concord with the breathing of the

Earth .

s s o s h a s But , though it chime oftly , it a warning tone ,

t s s Which in a clear vibra ion ink down from zone to zone , And die s away on earth here with murmur faint and low ’ s In the unre t of noble s oul s and in the sun s et s glow .

s s How earne tly , how gently it prompts the cho en few

s To dream high dreams , and trive then to make those

dreams come true , RG \ HKTO R. RYD BE

’ Rem inding them each evening by s un s et s flaming s pell

s s e W O f di tant , undi cov red lands here Truth and Beauty

dwell .

Entreatingly it urges to haste the holy hour ’ When all men Shall be brothers through Love s uniting

power , When each heart shall find comfort by soothing hands ca

re e d s s ,

Each weary head repo s e at la s t on a beloved breast .

Entreatingly it urge s mankind to ri s e up s trong

s - And join with its pure accents in one va t freedom song , To send the joyous tidings out o ’ er the world ’ s wide rim

’ Behold the Earth is God s domain , and all men worship Him !

But ah ! the othe r bell-form is filled with molten gloom

’ That clung within the darkness of Chaos di s mal womb .

e The heavy clapp r moves not , all hushed and dumb its

might ,

The hollow of the bell is like the vaulted depth of night .

And ju s t below the belfry there sits in sombre thought - h is s . A demon , with finger around the bell rope caught

a s m Un moving a statue , he gazes gri ly down

’ , On Time s loud-roaring billow s that go past beneath his

frown . 1 0 2 ANTHOLO G Y O F S WEDI S H LYRICS

no w s s u n The billows now are gleaming , shine the on

high ,

’ s s s o e rs h a do w But hould a fear ome blacknes all the sky , And the la s t wave be broken amid the weltering foam

’ That rocked the poet s vi s ioned h O p e of fairer life to come ;

s s n I f blank de pair hould fall on the Struggli g human race ,

- s s s The freedom song be ilenced by craving weak or ba e ,

And , numb with cold , the heart of youth perceive without a throe The holy form of Goodne s s leave the Earth with fading glow

Then s udden on the bell-rope the hand s would clench more

tight , Then would the demon tug there with mad and fierce de

light ,

h e ll s s it s The awful of Darkne s would wing mighty round ,

And all the trembling Univers e be s hattered by the sound .

T HE B ATH IN G C HILDREN

C U M P -o f- - e L S of lilies the valley , daisi s too on either hand

’ Fringe a small transparent brooklet gliding o er it s bed of s and ; Hedge s clad in snowy blos s om s breathe their perfume mani

fold , Maples o ’ er the water-lilies lean their boughs of green and

gold .

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Pearly drop s fly all around them high above the stream let ’ s brim Where the boy with glad endeavor s hows his playmate

how to swim .

’ 11 s I f she learn , he fill her ba ket full of nuts , a princely

treat . How she sprawls and kicks and s pla s hes with her plump and dainty feet !

s h e s s How tretche out first one arm , then the other , while s h e rest s

’ With the boy s firm hand s upholding underneath her tender breasts !

Meanwhile from her new-built dwelling in a bending

maple tree ,

- s s Twittering , a sparrow mother pies the two , and thu think s s h e :

s t s Though they have no wing to fly with , yet heir antic are the s ame A s when I and s parrow-father played in youth the s pla s h ” ing game .

s h is So too when the lark above them , poi ing on out

s tretched wing ,

s s h is See the innocent at play there , loud throbbing qua

vers ring , Like an echo of the gladne s s that re s ounded to the s kies ’ When the firs t lark s ang h is rapture o er the groves of

s Paradi e . VI KTO R RYD BERG 1 9 5

SONG O F THE AT H E N IANS

S t h e G LORIOU is death , when thou in first line gallantly

s falle t ,

Fallest in fight for thy land , diest for city and home .

U t h e n o f th s p , , with soul on fire to defend the soil y father , ! Ha s ten to offe r thy life gladly when opens the fray

u nwa v Forward , young men , march forward in close and

e ring order , ! Never a tremor of fear , never a thought of retreat

s in Shamed and di honored an army , when young men , last

a the ph lanx ,

s e e Look on their elders in front , where they bleed and are

Slain .

s is t h e h e Ever the foremo t place the place of youth , while weareth

s fl Still on his lovely lock garlanded owers of Spring .

h is Fair unto women , and noble to men in lifetime he seemeth ;

s Beautiful even in death , slain in the mid t of the fight .

FR O M DEX IPPO S

T HY GRIEF IS T H INE

’ k no w s t is THOU , O man , how heavy thy care . Seek not among thy feeble kind for re s t !

’ Lay not thy grief on some o e r b u rde ne d breast !

e u . Thy grief is thin , and thou alone m st bear 1 0 6 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

SN O WFRID

I N the even ing du s k when the s torm raged He heard a voice at h is window cry :

Gunnar ,

s s e a Now that the billow rush over the ,

Come Show thy courage , and let me try I f the young h o t blood in thy bre ast reply ; Come out on the rolling waves with me !

And if no fear to thy heart come nigh ,

Gunnar , ’ s s We ll teer for the I ie of Felicity .

It wa s S no wfr id O ft before in fore s t-wilderne s se s - He had seen that lovelie s t wood nym ph bright ;

Her whose blue eyes glowed with starry light ,

s s Fair the brow beneath her golden tre es .

s h e He hasted him out , took his hand , - And the two went down to the ocean s trand . “ no frid S w , In thy s ilvery robe how thy beauty gleam s ! ’ ’ s th e s The moon , which ro e o er wood gray band ,

ff s it s s Su u ing the clouds with reddish beam , ’ s s Lit the ails out pread at the nymph s command ,

And the shallop s ped forth in foam from the land . “ S no wfr id ,

We s ! swing on our way , O bride of my dream

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Gunnar , “ me ! So lured a voice , turn hither to

s s A cottage wait in a fore t glade ,

it s A faith that never vow betrayed .

’ Here may s t thou dream by the s ighing

s s The faire t o f arm around thee laid ,

Gunnar ,

Shall lovingly weave thy destiny .

But Sno wfr id raised herse lf High in the prow “ ’ Better the battle s Ill-paid guerdon ’ Than the s ly dragon s - Ease mid gold heap s ; Better to die for

T h e right , though scorned , Than to live famou s In s elfish striving ; Better than peace is

The clasp of danger .

Choosest thou me , thou

s Choose t the tempe s t .

Strict the rune s of - The hero life . Thus they bid thee On evil giants

Thy vengeance wreak , VI KTO R RYD BERG 1 9 9 Boldly offer

e Thy blood for the w ak ,

s ff Willingly u er ,

s All things for ake ,

s Fight a hopele s fight ,

And nameless die .

’ - That is life s true hero s o ng . Seek not the Isle of Felicity !

s h e wa s With that gone ,

s - s Lo t i n a fog wreath uddenly . ’ O er the billowy de s ert he s ailed alone .

! Gunnar , youth e t h e Many a purpos toward grave may speed thee ,

’ s s I f of the e thou choose the warrior way , ’ e t Through unrest , and grief, and chang will lead thee ,

And i n mists of doubt thy feet will stray .

Weary , lone , Mu s t he fight who with h is shield would cover

’ s s Tho e too weak to face the harsh world wrath ,

And the nearer heaven his hopes would hover ,

is By so much the harder his path .

But , O youth , ’ s e e a do re s t Thou may st the nymph whom thou , If to thy best dreams thy heart be true ;

a s s s Ye may sport er twhile in the fore t ,

s s s She may ing thee ong of comfort too , I I O ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS And for thee ’ - s Ope the door o f boyhood memory garden ,

s s When thou turne t there to rest from tri fe , ’ Where in Ida s vale the Norn is warden ’ - s O er the dawn gold table of thy life .

LONGI N G

HE s s longs with a tirele y earning ,

Still seeking , wandering , turning At m all ti es and everywhere ,

s - The ought for goal receding ,

Flitting , enticing , leading

s t s With hif ing likene s fair .

A nodding flower of azure

’ Above the field s ripe trea s ure

First lures the wanderer on , But when he would stoop to pick It s inks in the billowy thicket - Of rye blade s and is gone .

- e A banner all golden rift d ,

s s e That pirit hand hav lifted ,

e On sunset towers upborn ,

s An echo re ounding faintly ,

’ That s blown from a n old and quaintly

s - Wrought ilver legend horn .

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Which no man may comprehend ;

s But he mu t ever be yearning ,

s Mu t ever be wandering, turning ,

s And eeking it without end .

’ s And hould he reach World s Ending ,

With no road further tending ,

s The border of Nothingnes , ’ He d bend him over the s t eep there And gaze into the deep there

s - With training eyed di s tress .

s And leaning over the teep there , ’ d He cry into the deep there ,

s s s That echole , va t Untrod , And onward the Shout s hould go where

Is naught but the voice of Nowhere , “ Go ringing through Chao s : God !

S H IPWRECK — HE built o f h is dawn bright dreaming

s s A pennoned ve el free ,

’ In which to s ail o er the gleaming

Expan s e o f the mighty sea .

He built with eager endeavor , For murmuring wave s on the strand Kept whi s pering to him ever

-o ff Strange tales of a far land . VI KTO R RYD BERG 1 1 3 - A mist glimmer o ft suggested — A palm bordered island dim , A s ound a s of Spirits that feasted

Was borne from the west to him .

But when he would fain be faring

A— s Sway on the rhythmic urge , He s uddenly s a w a glaring White flash from the heavens emerge ;

Saw cloud s like a lin e of battle

s To outh and to east , he caught

’ The voice of the storm s loud rattle With din a s o f weapons fraught ;

He s a w dark s quadron s of men on The march at the thunder ’ s beat To fling down h is pretty pennon m And tra ple it under their feet .

But the hour cl aimed his devotion ;

Though heavy his heart , he gave His little ship to the ocean

To speed before wind and wave .

He went to the fight , which wavered

’ All day mid the s urf s mad throes ;

The hero it sometimes favored ,

Then favored in turn his foe s . 1 1 4 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s un m s k s When the fro the y hath ha ted ,

s s s e a He tand by the once more ,

His s s is s trand by the torm wa ted ,

s n His wound are bleedi g sore .

’ s k is The y darkening o er him ,

s The black wave come and go , They leave on the sands before him Here and there a s hred or s o

h is - O f dawn bright youthful dreaming,

h is -s O f little wave hattered ship , ’ Which s hould have sailed o er the gleaming

‘ it s Blue deep on maide n trip .

TH E H O US E— GO BLIN TO M TE N

C D is OL the night , and still , and strange ,

Stars they glitter and s himmer . All are a s leep in the lonely grange

’ Under the midnight s glimmer . On glide s the moon in gulfs profound ;

s Snow on the firs and pine around , i Snow on the roofs s gleaming .

All but the goblin are dreaming .

Gray he stands at the barnyard door , t Gray by the drifts of white here ,

1 1 6 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

’ t h e s Carlo wakes at goblin tread , Wags the n h is tail and lift s his head ;

t wo Well acquainted the are ,

Friends that both trie d and true are .

Last th e goblin slip s in to s e e

o H w all the folk are faring . Long have they known how fai t hfully H e for their we al is caring .

Treading lightly on stealthy toes , ’ th e m s Into children s roo he goe , Looks at each tiny treas ure i h i That s s greatest pleasure .

h a s So he seen them , Sire and son , Year by year in that room there

Sleep first as children every one . ! Ah , but whence did they come there

wa s This generation to that heir ,

s s m wa s — ! Blo o ed , grew old , and gone but where

That is the hopeless , burning

Riddle ever returning .

s Back to the barn he goes to re t , Where he has fixed h is dwelling

’ s Up in the loft near the swallow s ne t ,

Sweet there the hay is smelling . ’ s s s Empty the wallow ne t is now, ’ Back though h e ll come when the gra s s VIKTO R RYD BERG 1 1 7

Bud in the warm spring weather , m He and his ate together .

Always they twitt er away about

’ s ve Place through which they travelled ,

’ Caring naught for the goblin s doubt , ’ Though it were ne er unravelled . Through a Chink in one of the walls

s Moonlight on the old goblin fall ,

’ White o er his beard it wanders ;

Still he puzzles and ponders .

s Fore t and field are silent all ,

s Fro t their whole li fe congealing , Save that the roar of the waterfall t Faintly from far is s ealing .

Then the goblin , hal f in a dream ,

’ s s s s m Think it is Time unpau ing trea , ’ d t Won ers whither is going ,

’ t is And from what spring flowing .

is s s Cold the night , and till , and trange , m Stars they glitter and s him er . All yet s leep in the lonely grange

Soundly till morn s hall glimmer . Now s inks the moon in night profound ;

fir s Snow on the and pines around ,

s i Snow on the roof s gleaming .

All but the goblin are dreaming . 1 1 8 ANTHOLO G Y OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

CA N TA TA

FO R T HE G A U A F S V A A T U S A A R D TIO N E TI L P L ,

T HE S X O F S M B 1 8 I TH E PTE ER , 7 7

Chor us

FRO M the dark of the age s gliding

Toward a goal unknown to thee , Through the de s ert thou hast been s triding 0 ! Long, long , H umanity Thy day is only a glimmer

O f feeble and pallid light ,

is Before , the mist yet dimmer ; i Behind s the void of night . The armies with which thou fa r e s t

s Droop earthward day by day ,

de s a ir e s t And , trembling , thou nigh p “ s ! Almighty , whither lead the way

What s ight upon Earth reveals not That all things earthly fade like gra s s ;

s Look upward , and Heaven conceal not

s s s That even there the glorie pa , That s un s in tho s e lofty region s

t s Are hal ed or cea e to be , And quenched are the s tarry legion s

’ s s s e a In the aether un mea ured . Thou heare s t how voice s lonely

: is s Cry All tran ient here ,

1 2 0 ANTHOLO GY O F SWED I S H LYRI CS

With each age and generation , So s halt thou through de s olation

Win to Jordan at the end .

Chor us

s s s Let thy elfi hnes be chidden , Let God ’ s image in thee hidden Toward His perfect likene s s tend

With each age and generation , So shalt thou through desolation

Win to Jordan at the end .

Th eology

d 1 r 1 x 1 . Co . : (E o . 7 0 4)

D OS T thou doubt that in the distance waits for thee the Promi s ed Land !

s s s t h e Do t thou faint with thir t and hunger , hopele s mid burning s and !

! s s s See the rod of Mo es miteth , from the rock the water

well .

s s s ! On , Mankind , acro the de ert , on , thou greater Israel Still hast thou the rod to s mite with and thy bitter thirs t allay ;

— — s And the Rock oh , glorious marvel l follow ever on

wa thy y .

it s s Bend thy knee above the fountain , let pure tran parent wave

th e s s t t h Cool thee , and go on rejoicing in wondrou reng it gave ! VI KTO R RYD BERG 1 2 1

7 ur isp r udence

Ex od 1 ( . 9)

A s before the hot simoon the clouds o f dust are whirled

along , So the Tribes of I s rael drifted forth from Horeb in a

throng .

s Can they ever reach the Jordan , marching thu in dis array ! See ! Mou nt Sinai lifts it s summit heavenward where the lightnings play ! Hill and vale resound wi t h thunder at the voice of Ju s tice

then , And each man ’ s astounded bosom echoes back a deep “ Amen ! ”

’ So the s traggling ranks take order by the Law s divine c o m

s mand , Grown into a gloriou s people bound in one by s acred

s band .

M edicine

um 1 6 (N . 2 )

’ no w WITH the Law s high tabernacle they march unitedly , Making way through hostile weapon s toward the Lan d of

Liberty . But what Strikes the troop s with pallor ! Wherefore did the banner sink !

s s - s Dread , in idiou fever serpent through the Stricken army

s link . 1 2 2 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

What c a n s ave them ! Thi s can s ave them . See the token

s ent of God , ’ See the gle a ming b ra z e n serpent coiled around the Prophet s rod !

s s And as , rescued by that ymbol , I rael sought the path to

find ,

8 0 s do ye , O strengthened nations , eek the goal of all man kind !

Ph ilos ophy

Ex od 1 1 Deut : 2 . . ( . 3 34)

FO RT s s H , O wi e and lovely people , to the goal which God hath placed !

s Ah , but how di cern the pathway mid the phantoms of the wa s te !

s See , a fiery pillar leads us when the hadows dim the light ! ’ T is the glow of Thought that s hineth as a beacon in the

night . - Through the noon-tide haze before us goes a cloud white

pillar fair,

’

s s s . Woven all of pure ideal , and God pirit dwelleth there

-s s Last , a poet eer on Nebo shout exulting from the peak , “ ’ ! Look , our Father s home is yonder Forward to the land ” ye seek !

1 2 4 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI SH LYRI CS

’ s s So , then , P yche , one must journey to Olympus hining

height ,

’ For no untried mortal ever may attain the gods delight . ’ Ero s arms and cup of nectar filled with joy that never dies m Are but for a full devotion shrinking fro no sacrifice . ANTHOLO GY OF SWED I S H LYRI CS 1 2 5

i Os ca r II 1 8 2 — 1 0 K ng , 9 9 7

H OIST T H E FLAG !

HOI ST the flag to world-wide admiration Till aloft it proudly flie s !

s s ! Heroes , lower sword in alutation

s Memories and hope , arise With that banner to the skies !

s See yon cros there gleaming ever brighter, ’ ’ Honor s gold on faith s fair blue ! ’ T is the ancient Sign to each good fighter , Victory is still his due i While in God his cau s e s true .

- e Triple dragon tongu s on high advancing ,

Which the viking vessels bore , From your lofty m ast be ever glancing ’ O n the ocean s azure floor , Tokening the deeds of yore !

Noble memories have fixed their dwelling

I n our ensign and our folk ,

O f achievements in far countries telling , Lands that bowed them to our yoke ;

Still tho s e tales our pride evoke . 1 2 6 ANTHOLO G Y O F S WEDI SH LYRICS

s ! Hail , thou witne s of our ancient glory

i ! Hail , our friend in joy and pa n

s s Hail thou too , O ancient Swedi h tory , Which in many a deadly fray

’ Taught u s ne er to feel di s may !

t Wave , O fai hful flag , let men behold thee ! Ever honored , ever feared ’ May st thou Still with colors brave un fold thee

s Where blue billow are upreared , Free and to the end revered !

1 2 8 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

ISOLA TION L ITTLE island , you may fancy

’

e . s o You r alone It might see m . But a thing so i s olated

Scarce could prosper , one would deem .

To the mainland ’ s golden gardens And its fore s t s filled with s ong You are bound beneath the waters

By a power deep and Strong .

And the strait that seems to sever

s From the turmoil of the hore , See where heaven over-arching Shines reflected on it s floo r !

TH ERE IS A LA DDIE

is THERE is a laddie , and mine he ,

e A merry laddie and fine to s e .

h a s s And he promi ed me ring and troth , ’ 11 s u s And he build a warm ne t to hold both .

And s o with hand and with lip s vowed I h To be is own till the day I die . ALBERT TEO DO R GELLERSTEDT 1 2 9

’ - s I ll tell you , birch tree with mooth white bark ,

fir- e s o And you , big tr e of hue dark ,

e dew And you , littl flowers that gleam with ,

e s o And you , y wavelets bright and blue .

’ But Silence ! all o f you . Don t forget ’ n t be e It must come to talk d of yet .

s k For only God in the y may know ,

s An d not a oul in the town below . ANTHOLOGY OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

— Co Ca r S noils k 1 8 1 1 0 unt l y , 4 9 3

I N TROD U CTORY SONG To TRA V E L S C ENE S

I S A D T N with roses beside the highway , I pour you beakers of foaming wine ; - O n every path and on every by way

I rouse the tambour to rapture fine .

No vapid fictions of dream I bring you , No empty vi s ion s for your behoof; The world of beauty I fain would sing you

s My own five sense have put to proof.

e — Ye learned sages , y over cunning ,

s The ware I have to your taste are few . - You , heart of twenty with blood warm running ,

s e My song will ur ly accord with you .

o C me , heart that thrills in its every fibre , ’ That loves a tale when t is briefly told ;

Follow to Brent , yea , and to the Tiber , e When ver the North may Seem too cold .

is Yon land in truth an Eden Garden ,

s Where kindly summer abide for aye , Save that no s urly old angel-warden

s Drives happy s inners from bli s away .

1 32 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS In praising statues I ’ ll rival no man From most an arm or a leg is gone ; I only know that the fairest woman

Is one that was never wrought in s tone .

Though not a guide or an antiquary , I know where one in warm smiles may ba s k ; ’ s By Naple groves in the moonlight tarry , k For favors there you need hardly a s .

’ 11 V s You see esuvius , high up ending Its cloud s of smoke in the bright blue air ;

s s With unburnt girls , who the vine are tending ,

Wash down your surplus of knowledge there .

A u s e y , let hasten there , let us Spring ther Like wanton colts filled with pure delight ! Hark ! flutes invisible pipe and Sing there

From breeze , from billow , from dale and height .

ff ! — Ah , what my poor heart has su ered Fie on ! Dre s s coat s and nonsense and vanity

Leap out , leap out from your cage , my lion ,

And smite around you with savage glee .

’ A s s - s s y , let be joyou , our heart beat hu hing Where ro s es fade in the twilight gray ; Though one next morning mu s t need s be blu s hing

For godlike bli s ses of ye s terday . COUNT CARL SN O ILSKY 1 33

- e e To day it may be a few will h d me , Although my tenor be weak and t hin ; But soon a stronger will s uper s ede me

s h is e s And I shall cea e when not begin .

To-morrow men may forget completely

M o e m wh o s e y little p , melody Like a small fountain is playing s weetly

s In sunlit confident ecsta y .

m e Co pluck my roses beside the highway , And lean yo u r lip s to my foaming wine ! O n ev e ry path and on every by-way

s I rou e my tambour to rapture fine .

A PH RODITE AND T H E KNIFE— GRINDER (TWO S TA TU E S I N T HE TR I B U N A H A LL O F T HE U F FI Z I G A LLE R Y)

HERE in this glowing hall of trea s ure s An unknown force keeps drawing me

To thee , celestial Aphrodite , - s . And , du ky K nife Grinder , to thee

s s How is it ye are uch near neighbor , ’ I ve often puzzled what it meant ,

- s I e e n Thou , the all wondrou Q o f Beauty ,

s ! And thou , plebeian , coar e and bent 1 34 ANTHOLO G Y O F SWEDI S H LYRI CS

s m s Ah , loveline s of for but dwell with

s Its oppo ite in halls o f Art ,

A s Wi n the world the life of Beauty ith Toil and Pain , its counterpart .

Dame Aphrodite Shuts her ears to

s All sound that do not harmonize , Her s kin of alaba s ter s hivers ’ s When aught that ugly meets her eyes .

Th e s s s ff s World , which struggle , fight , and u er ,

Is hushed before her haughty feet , As on her native i s le of Cypru s

m u fll e d s Unheard the billow beat .

Not for the stri fe of clay-born creatures She leaves her cold s ecurity ;

s h e — One law knows the Law of Beauty , — h r O ne goal e own fair destiny .

Her wa y fits well with that of mortals Who poli s h every line uncouth ’ — O f Life s dee p furrowed pain and passion - Till all at last is marble smooth .

A gulf divides her from yon fellow , T h e thrall her neighbor bending here

s Above his kn ife , that is not harpened ,

’ ’ t a s Though been ground a thousand year .

1 36 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Step down , O Art , our Aphrodite , h is From thy cold height to relief, And let thy stone-hard heart be melte d To learn of hu man joy and gri e f !

De s cend in love unto thy brother ’ To loosen Labor s galling band , To dry the sweat from O ff his forehead And wrench the dagger from his hand !

OLD C HI N A

A A GRE T collector was the Saxon king ,

His some s craze for china had bound , until He sent h is royal guard to do the will ’ — O f Prus s ia s lord to get a bowl of Ming !

s s w Five hundred men with gun and swords to ing , Such could the Prussian u s e with right good skill

s Men upple in manoeuvre , deft in drill , — In wa r a wall for that blue Chinese thing !

Fiv e hundred men with all their gear intact !

s s o a ct Why , ince the world began , mad an — No doubt you all agree wa s heard of never .

’ Since then a generation h a s passed o er Five hundred gallant heart s now beat no more ’ — a s The ancient bowl t is there good a s ever . CO UN T CARL S N O ILSKY l 37

E D ELWEISS

ON peaks where the cloud s have sifted

’ s Their s now o er the naked ground ,

no s t Where blade of gra s is lif ed ,

is And no Alpine rose found ,

Pure white in those dreary spaces ,

A flower blooms mid the ice ,

s it s s The crag all li fe it grace , And m e n call it edelwei s s ;

When Autumn ’ s wild blasts are killing

s All flowers in zones les rare , Wi t h fro s t-cruel fingers chilling

e The cheeks that are blooming ther , When ro s es their head s have b e nded

e And str wn their last leaves below , ’ e Wh n Beauty s long reign is ended ,

Th e e s ed lweiss bloom in snow .

Yo n flower in truth m ust cherish

A love o f no common worth , That lives when all else doth perish

r And B eauty has pa s s ed from ea th . Her love from that rocky summit Looks down on the fading rose ;

ice Yet never can benumb it ,

It blooms till her life shall close . 1 38 ANTHOLO GY OF S WED I S H LYRI CS

TH E PORCELAI N FA CTORY

T HERE at t h e factory I like to s e e 1 Th e porcelain workers bending bu s ily h t e s To turn the pliant clay on res l ss wheel ,

Till j ug or plate at length its form reveals .

s e More than wrought silver do you win my prai ,

e You jug but destined for a plain white glaz . More than a ves sel made for s ome rich lord

e . I rev rence you , plate for a meagre board

s You I re pect , O unpretentious mould ,

s - That shortly , reproduced a thou and fold ,

’ ’ s s s Will pass i n arti an or peasant s ne t , - When labor takes a scanty meal time re s t .

’ s s I m ick of all the useless gaudy ware , For who s e vain beauty no one really care s ; But hail the hand whos e cunning is bes towed On weary workers in a mean abode !

Yes , hail the unknown hand , and hail to him

s That formed the homely beaker , to who e brim

t s e A warm and thirs y mouth in ha te will glid , When the worn tool s are laid an hour aside !

The hand who s e work we pass and never see

e s Is far mor indispen able than we ,

1 40 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

All griefs that my forehead would furrow Must fade when I think upon th ee ; No thorn s hall a fflict me with sorrow

Sinc e thou wert a rose unto me .

s How gladly does memory , traying , Recall thee when clouds were aglow ' A breeze in the branche s was playing

Till oranges tumbled below .

s s - I tood in the hade , with the bay line Curved wide in a circle beneath

There Ischia loomed in a gray line , ’ wa s Yon smoke s Vesuviu breath .

I took out my poet Saturnian ,

My Horace , the bard of good Cheer , Whose vers es of girl s and F a le rnia n W ell fitted when vineyard s were near .

s The care of my former existence , How weak now their hold upon me ! — Like valley mi s t faint in the di s tance

I s a w them grow pallid and flee .

s la c c u s I ta ted the rapture o f F , My spirit took fire at his flame ;

8 0 h is s near to Lydia and Bacchu , m I felt that our joy s were the s a e . COUNT CARL S N O ILSKY 1 4 1

’ Sorrento , whate er may befall me , Thou binde s t with triple-wrought band

s Thy maiden , thy vineyards enthrall me ,

And Still more thy murmuring strand .

How gladly my thoughts would forsake there Myself and my world by the Shore ;

I dreamed , as the billows would break there ,

s - Sen e lulled by the monotone roar .

What joy at the sultry day ’ s ending To s tand all prepared for the leap !

a s s u n s How fine , the was de cending , To mimic his plunge in the deep !

’ s The Star o er the fortres was lighted ,

When wakened the Cyprian s ect .

s Each balcony oftly invited ,

Sorrento , in thy dialect .

How quickly Love help s one to capture is ! A Speech , when the learner young The notes of the nightingale ’ s rapture

He taught to a harsh north e rn tongue .

Sorrento , beloved o f my Spirit ,

s That showered thy rose on me ,

s ! c a n Ala though I hardly bear it , ’ I m parted forever from thee . 1 42 ANTHOLO GY OF S WED I S H LYRI CS

s My poor heart will break , being ent to

s s The nows of thi chill northern land . It yearn s for the s u n and Sorrento ;

Sorrento , it yearns for thy strand .

’ s s How oft in thi wa te I ve lamented ,

s : When , grieving , thy lo s I recall

Oh , would Fortune never had granted That I should have s een thee at all !

But then , overcome with contrition ,

t h e s I clasp weet visions that throng ,

And weave with a fond repetition ,

s . Sorrento , thy name in my ong

BLA CK SWA N S

B A C K s a d s s L swans , like a proce ion ,

’ O er the wave their journey take , ’ Following the s un s la s t glimmer

Out acros s the darkening lake .

Sable , as though flames had blackened , ’ Is their feathery garment s hue ; Silent beak s of blood-bright purple

Show their fiery nature too .

White s wans tamely by the margin m Circle where the cru b s alight .

s Forth unto the deep , ye black one ; ! Forth , ye glowing brood of night

1 44 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

BENVENUTO CELLINI ” C N ELLI I , play the man , King Francis said .

“ t rifle You work on s longer than is right . ’ m Z s Cas t e a eu whose like ne er s a w the light . e The king had bidd n , and the man obeyed .

Into the mould the master’ s hand had made ’ e llini The metal ran . But view C s plight !

s . The bronze give out Shall all be ruined quite , The artist ba fli e d and the king betrayed !

! s What did Cellini Reckles of the cost ,

h is s s fire He threw preciou toy into the .

t h e There stood god , a masterpiece entire .

Thus many golden dream s of youth are lost

In life and art . But mourn not such bereavement , ’ T is only so we win to full achievement .

NOLI M E TA N GERE MY heart ’ s delight and grief are not a bait

s . For market , to be soiled by unknown hand Bright toys my Fancy give s to your demands ;

My inmo s t temple opens not its gate . CO UNT CARL SNO ILSKY 1 45

I f you turn not your back upon me straight , H w Come to my park . o dim and cool it stands !

s Go amid flowers brought from southern land ,

e And view my portal , sculptur d and ornate .

O ver the threshold , though , I shall not lead you .

The stony sentinel will never heed you ,

He lets but light and perfum e visit me .

’ d ! ! A You force me Good single word I utter , ’ And park and castle in an eyelid s flutter

s is s e e . Are gone , and whirling and all you

KI N G ERI K

S O FT t h e e barges glid with banners flying ,

’ M éila r takes the sunset s hue of pink ,

e Oars are Splashing , merry horns r plying , ’ e Woods breath perfume by the water s brink .

t h e Drop your oars and with current sway , ! Idly let us dri ft , this night i n lovely May

Horn , be silent now ,

Echo , listen thou ,

While play s on his lute King Erik .

A t h e is y , upon his lute king playing ,

e Swe tly on his broidered knee it sings , His white hands in melody are s traying

’ n s O er its cedar frame and silver Stri g . 1 46 ANTHOLOGY OF SWEDI SH LYRICS

Hushed beside him little Karin lie s Listening till the tear-drops gath e r

s Come , my shepherde s , Why unhappiness ! ”

Now plays on his lute King Erik .

s s Do t thou fear some ambu h of my brother, ’ s ! Tell me , sun of all my heart s de ire

Still upon the throne am I , none other ,

Still I rule the kingdom of my Sire . Till yon peak is crowned with purple light

’ ’ Let s do naught but love in Springtime s glowing ’ Many an hour t will take

Ere the morning break .

. So plays on his lu0te King Erik

’ t wo o e Little Karin , is the king doth the

s . Yield , and Stockholm castle thou halt Share — ’ Say one word a crown I ll give unto thee

That shall pale around thy golden hair .

e I am Erik , lord of lovely dr ams ; ’

is s . Light the crown , moulded of the moon bright beams

Weep not , little one ,

’ And my land s thine o wn !

So plays on his lute King Erik .

1 48 ANTHOLO G Y OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

True Sten , all fear defying ,

unda He fell at O s Lake . And if I had wings for flying ’ It s there that my death I d take .

He lay on his couch , sore wounded ,

While flurry of snow surrounded , And blithely spoke to his clan : ! Why fear , though I am departed In danger be s till light-hearted ! i God always can find H s man . ANTHO LOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS 1 49

’ Ca r D a vi a Wir s en 1 8 9 —1 1 2 l d f , 4 9

B OO KS AN D LOVE

WHEN at your desk you s it with studiou s look

e Forg tting all the world for one small book ,

And she wh o is your all come s up behind you

e s And nestles , eag r in her arm to bind you ,

’ ’ ru fil Don t g y bid her leave you , don t demur , But leave your book and go along with her !

s Your dusty tome will bide with you for aye ,

You do not know how long your love will stay .

’ There s many a lonely man with care-worn brow

a s a r Would gladly be disturbed you e now .

Le t love illuminate in Shining go ld Your book with picture s lovely to behold !

8 0 S e , hould your home be d solated quite ,

The ancient book will Stream with holy light ,

And where you now are vexed , at your right hand

A beckoning angelic form will Stand . 1 5 0 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

M OO N BEA MS

WHE N s tarry legion s gleam on

s The du k of the heavens above , And drops of s ilver Stream on

Each murmuring brook and grove ,

is fi r- s Why it the tree shiver , What s et s our hearts all a -quiver ! What s ecret di s turb s u s ever When whi s per s of twilight rove !

When through the leafy branches That trelli s the fores t glade A pale beam fall s and blanche s

s The pray of the bright cascade , What wakens each eerie feeling

s O ur bo oms have been concealing , Forgotten beauty revealing Till tears can no more be Stayed !

s e Know , when on path desert d

s And lonely thy footstep roam ,

s s The oul of the departed ,

Of all that loved thee , come . s e From danger they eek to save the , And o f the soft beams that lave thee A shimm e ring net they weave thee

And draw thee u nto their home .

1 5 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

TH E ESPLANA DE M ETH OD

WHERE ancient hov e ls s tood s o clo s e

o ff They shut all the sunny weather , O ne day men saw with poles and crows e o A gay young troop com there t gether .

Then dust and chaff

e e Ros up lik smoke , A s plank and lath

Apart they broke .

The rotten wood ,

As a s ff dry snu , ’ Whirled round , with lime

e ff And oth r stu .

And axes laid

e s lo w The timb r , And walls were felled

With stalwart blow .

- The pick axe ripped ,

s The hook took hold , And down the roofs

And chimneys rolled . AUGUST STRIND BERG I S3

From b ut to b ut The wreckers went Till one and all

e To earth wer sent .

Just then by Chance an old man cam e

And with amazement saw the tearing . He stood ; to him it s eemed a shame

’ As mid the ruins he d bee n faring .

! What do you mean to build , good men Will there be s treet s of villas made here !

We Shall not build it up again .

’ re C We learing for an esplanade here .

Such are the times : to break and tear !

u — But to build p oh , that were fright ful W e break to give you light and air ; ! Is not , perhaps , our method rightful 1 54 ANTHOLO GY OF S WED I S H LYRICS

r s J os e s o 1 8 1 — 1 06 E n t ph n , 5 9

T H E CELLO

I HE A R within my heart of heart s A trembling tone of grief that Sing s

s Like melancholy cello string ,

e s . Then softly , m ltingly depart

The cello feels a s harpe r pain

’ is Whene er the string drawn more taut , And is with sadder m u s rc fraught

is Each time the peg turned again .

’ s s The Player s gra p hurt too , when He

Is fain more lovely tunes to make .

! s Ah God and if the string hall break , My s oul will leap forth and be free !

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D a ie F a s r om 1 8 8 n l ll t , 5

TO A SEA—GU LL IN T H E STEA MER ’ S

’ S - t NOW WHITE gull , oh , would to you were

th e All gladness of your life to know , While you hovere d in the blue of heaven Gazing on th e wide-spread waves below !

ff th e s Perched upon some cli above urges ,

You may rest and watch the dawn grow gray , ’ s See the un s red disc as it emerges ,

- s While the light hou e beacon fade s away .

’ e s Born sole h ir of ocean s vast dominion , - Your first cradle song the roari ng wave ,

s Never ullying your shining pinions , In the morning light your bre ast you lave ;

Lave it in the brine too , when the ocean - Glitters mirror like in calm repose , Or it s ponderou s waves in mad commotion

e . Grimly charge the re fs , their ancient foes

O nly in ' the spring when northward flying Do you pause to view the Stockhol m folk ;

Fishing here , you watch the steamers lying

s In a row and belching cloud of smoke . DANIEL FALLSTROM 1 5 7

e e s e e I am happy v ry time I you , ’ o As above Shi p Island s bridge you s ar . ’ o me Summer thoughts c me o er , for to me you

o f Bring gay pictures a rocky shore .

e s e a - Ther fore , gull , may you gladly follow

’ ’ e e In our steam r s wake , wh re er it goes , Gladly snatching from the foaming billow e What a littl willing hand bestows .

O H N AS K ! , EVER

e a s k s o n OH , nev r , my , what love may be

Oh , never ask , for I cannot declare it .

Should life reveal to you the mystery ,

You , j ust as I , could let no other share it .

s ee e — You a pair of ey s , you know not how , e A lock that flutt rs ; lips too , Smiling lightly . ’ And presto ! where S your he art flown o ff to now ! Th e . sun , however , seems to shine more brightly

e d You h ar an unknown voice , and i n ismay ,

o s s You l se from that fir t moment all your rea on ,

e Touch d by the magic wand of some small fay ,

Some girl who has not se e n her eighteenth s ea s on .

’ th e Within wood s deep twilight , where the thrush

Is warbling , and the moon gleams on the water, 1 5 8 ANTHOLO GY OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

s Your soul takes wing beside her in the hush , ’ o f u ne ve As through that night J you gently brought her .

’ d You gather the green world in your embrace , - - A world of love songs and of Spring s weet blis s es ;

a s k And then before you dared to the grace ,

s wo n Your lip have of hers a thousand kisse s .

Leaning together , while your spirits yearn , ’ You drink the cup Oblivion s hand is reaching

Why need you care , though all the world should burn , If toward you two no hungry flame s are Stretching !

s Why should you care , though all thing go to rack ,

s Though Night and Chaos rule the world at plea ure , If for one moment two deep orb s of black

Foretell a happin e ss beyond all meas ure .

s o n Oh , never ask , my , what love may be

a s k Oh , never , for I cannot declare it .

s Should life reveal to you the my tery ,

s a s You , j u t I , could let no other share it .

STO CK H OLM IN WH ITE

A LI K E in green or s nowy pride My ardent gaze you capture ;

Now clad in white , a winter bride , fi ll t You my s oul wi h rapture .

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Ver er oon Hei e s a m 1 8 n d n t , 5 9

H O M E -LA N D

' WH A T old man h a s not in h is mournful keeping The s mallest thing that made h is life of worth !

He sees a door , a woman bent and weeping ,

As toward a grave the young man journeyed forth .

s s He recollect each room , though poor and ba e ,

-s Each window ill , of myrtle faintly smelling . How should the heart le s s fervently embrace

is l ! The land that our home , our earth y dwelling

They s tand there yet by lake or lone moras s

- s Red cottage s and manor hall s maje tic .

s s s s s Behind yon fro ted pane our ires would pa , - t And Yule tide candle s glowed with joy domes ic .

wa s s s wa s This their vi ion , thi it that drove

u s . Their hands to build for , the coming races All that which bound them unto life with love

s Live s yet in memories round their vacant place .

s s By the ame hearth , when evening hadows come ,

s s s s s . We peak of them , ome childi h hand care ing

O thou , our native land , our larger home , Weave o f our live s thy glory and thy bles sing ! VERNER VON HEIDEN STAM 1 6 1

FELLOW— CITI ZENS

A s sure as we have a fatherland

s We are heir to it one with another , By common right in an equal band

The rich and his needy brother . Let each have h is voice a s we did of old ’ When a Shield was the freeman s measure , And not all be weighed like sacks o f gold

By a merchant counting his treas ure .

We fought for our homes together when w Our coa s t by the foeman a s blighted . It wa s not alone the gentlemen

Drew sword when the beacon s were lighted . Not o nly the gentlemen sank to earth But al s o the faithful yeomen ;

’ T is a blot on our flag that We reckon worth

By wealth , and poor men are no men .

’ T is s a hame to do as we oft have done ,

s s Give tranger the highest places , But beat our own doors with many a Stone

And publish our own di s graces .

We are weary o f bleeding by our own knife , When the heart from the head we sever ;

We would be as one folk with a single li fe ,

Which we are and shall be forever . 1 6 2 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

PR AYER A MID FL AMES

s HOLY Spirit , I wor hip thee .

is Fire and Victory thy name .

Shine in our need , O Spirit of power , ’ Shine o er the gulf of our dread last hour, Burn unto ashe s our mortal frame ! Even in death mine arms shall be

s s m O utstretched in prayer to thy deathle fla e .

MY LIFE

G D ! s o LI E on , my life I love thee not much That I would set thine hours with busy care - m In a s hop window for a co mon Show . “ s a : s I never y Come , pres the master hand ’ That lures to birth s uch wondrou s lovely flowers !

When I have been betrayed by trusted friend s

And heavy fortune follows on my path , I do not bear with me a silver cup O f tears and s a y to h im wh o passes by

Oh , lay thine arm about my neck and weep ,

And pity me , and let us both lament

s Oh , thou wide world , my greate t grief

Is but the shadow of a Cloud .

I go in s ilence to my grave .

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SWEDEN

O S e WEDEN , Swed n , Sweden , native land , Th e home and haven of our longing !

T h e c o w- s bells ring where heroes u ed to stand ,

s s Whose deed are tory , but with hand in hand

To swear the ancient troth thy loyal sons are thronging .

! ’ ! Fall , winter snow And sigh , thou wood s deep breast

s s n ! Burn , all ye tar , in summer heave s peeping

Sweden , mother , be our strife , our rest ,

e Thou land wherein our sons shall build th ir nest , - Beneath who s e church yard stones our noble sires a re

sl e eping .

T H E DOVE OF TH O UG HT

LONE the dove of thought goe s lagging

t h e Through storm , with pinions dragging

’ th e O er an autumn lake while . ’ ’ fla me - s a s a . Earth , the heart fever

— s ! Seek , my dove , ala thou never ’ Com e st to Oblivion s isle .

s o ne Hapless dove , hall brief minute , ! Flaming, fright thee to a swoon

Sleep thou on my hand . Full soon , ’ l e t . H ush d and hurt , thou lie within it VERNER VO N HEIDEN STAM 1 6 5

GRA N T T H AT WE DIE YO UNG

G I V E but the happines s our tongue

ff s Would qua , but only sips in Stinted mea ure ;

u s Pour a brimming draught of pain , o f pleasure , And grant that we die young !

Man doth not ever find amid the grasse s

s A plant that wind and frost more quickly lay , Nor doth he form a ves s el out of clay

S O s More brittle than himself soon he passe . What though he build th e s tructure stone by stone

h is e ! O f all knowledge , thought , and will , and y arning Ere on his grave the gras s to green is turning

His crumbling temple unto dust is blown ,

e t h e And lik a withered branch spire is ov e rthrown .

’ T is a s et day y , and joyful songs are sung

By temple maidens dan cing on the mead .

e is Wh n it dark , then let us homeward speed ; ! Oh , grant that we die young

MOONLIGHT ” r 13 s it strange that I here in wakeful mood , Though day has brought me nor joy nor gain ;

But all of which ever my life was fain ,

wa s e And all that hidd n in gloom and pain ,

Is n - trembli g to night in yon s ilvery flood . 1 66 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

I N VOCA TIO N AND PRO MIS E

- “ IF the neighbor lands three Should cry : Forget ” Our greatne s s o f bygone age s ! ’ “ s : s wh o I d an wer Ari e , O North , yet ’ May st be what my dream pre s age s ! The vi s ion o f greatne s s may bring again

New deed s like those of our betters .

O s — u s Come , pen the grave nay , give men For Scien ce and Art and Letters !

A s ff s y , clo e to a cli , let our people tand ,

W s here a fool h is poor neck may hatter .

s There are other thing , men , to hold in your hand - Than a brim full Egyptian platter . It were better the plate Should be split in two

Than that heart s should rot when still living .

That no race may be more great than you ,

’ s wh we th e ! That the goal , y count striving

’ It were better to fe el the avenger s might

Than that years unto naught should have hasted , It were better our people Should perish q uite

s s s And our field and citie be wa ted . It is braver the chance of the dice to take Than to mope till our fire is exp e nd e d ; It is finer to hear the bow-string break

Than never the bow to have bended .

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FRO M “ TH O U G HTS IN LO N ELI N ESS

is i THERE a Spark dwells deep with n my s oul .

’ To get it out in t o t h e daylight s glow

’ Is s s my life aim both fir t and last , the whole .

s s s It Slip away , it burn and torture me . That little s park is all the wealth I know ; ’ s is s s That little park my life mi ery .

A DAY

s t s t h e s k is WITH twinkling ar y crowned , Although the pea s ant with h is light

m h is - Is ra bling on farm yard round .

s s Now to the wood with deep , soft ound

Goe s fluttering the Bird of Night .

is s The cottage Clock triking five ,

m o m is The Streak of gleaming .

s The factory wheel are all alive ,

s s The fire and park are s treaming .

fir— s t To north , where pine and tree floa , The earlie s t rays have hurried - ’ To tinge the heath . A cow horn s note

’ m is O er the s ooth lake carried . m The bea s now touch a pale white peak , Or on some torrent s ettle VERNER VON HEID EN STAM 1 6 9

s s . That , frozen , hang on ledge bleak

’ s s Above a Lapp tent whirl the reek , t And flame s leap round h is ket le .

t O ut on the snow , wi h branching horn s

His deer s tand in a ring there .

No house , no tower yon land adorns , t Nor is there bell o s ing there .

s s Night eethe around , an ocean vast ,

For all things come to night at la s t .

s u n s b e s t o we t h Thou , who e might

s On each lea t plant a quickening dower , Grant u s thy bright creative power A s long a s day s till glo we t h !

is s Eager the heart , but time hort .

Oh , hark to our imploring ,

Thou whom our fathers once did court ,

O n u s thy radiance pouring . t - Go for h , go forth , thou new born day , m - - With orning song and hammer play ,

’ A nd let not fear come o er u s !

s - Kindle brave trife , our hearth Stone guard ; - t- Send , lightning like , a Spiri sword To flas h the road before us !

’ Shine far across o er folk and land ,

Make rich our soul , make firm our hand , So that wi t h gladne s s we may bear

a s s Such years age hall bring , And Still like s owers onward fare

’ Into the world s new Spring ! 1 7 0 ANTHOLO G Y O F S WED I S H LYRI CS

FRO M “ TH E FOREST OF T IVED EN P A RT I

A R K fir— s s s H how the tree in di mal tone ,

s Like the minor di cords of drum and horn ,

s s Sing a weird lament , all queaks and groan , That troll s have composed in thi s land forlorn !

-s s And here , while gnat warm pipe and dance ,

a s Pas t ages ari s e in a trance . The s e fern s have s urvived an earlier aeon ; Tho s e moss-grown rocks with impending mas s Are piled in a rampart cyclopean ; Each rotten log in the wild moras s

- s Is a deep sea mon ter, that here sticks out

At the edge of the water his dripping snout .

— ’ With re ptilian scales yon pine tree s root

’ Stands deep in the ooze , like a saurian s foot ;

s s s A nd other , like piders , are poised un teady th ff O n e edge of the cli s where the step grows giddy .

But s ilence ! A Shaggy head is s haking

- s s The net work of twig , the dry Stump breaking h And laying them low on t e heather dense .

’ T th m e is e elk . As ighty and immens

As a mastodon , he now is slaking

s His thirst in the swamp . He look about ,

- s Wild eyed , at the mountain that Shut him in ,

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s it - I hear , as I half dreaming ,

- h e a t m The bell notes that fro mile s away .

All o f our land , beneath winter gleaming ,

s t h e s a s - Hear bell they ring to day .

s s Summer were you and blo oming spring,

s - Sigh o f the reed by lake lapped strands . 0 s s Sleep , inger , who e bier they bring

s Borne by a thousand hand .

e wa s h e a rd Whit your hair , and long your ;

’ s u n s s The hone in on your Bible page , And you in your bare-walled room appeared h is s s . Like Job mid a he , bent with age ’ How wondrou s great is man s destiny

s s e a Dreams and old tale and the flowing , Flood s and flames and the choir of the s torm ! h But weak a s a reed is is own frail form .

— s o s c r Die , die l echoe the y

To him that creates with yearning pa s s ion .

s All must peri h ,

s s All that is earthly mu t die , mu t die ;

’

t is s h is s s . But no , him elf that Strong hand fa hion

s a s Pa s , O bard , erect a king , To the host of the shade s through the darksome St ill we cherish

— s Your limpid silvery note immortal ,

Singing to us as they used to sing . VE RNER VON HEIDENS TAM 1 7 3

AT T H E END OF TH E WAY

S WI E , O Man , thou only shalt beco me ’ When thou winn s t unto the evening coolness ’ i o e rlo o k n . O f the topmost height , the Earth g T t urn hee at the ending of the way ,

s ! Re t an hour , O king , and look behind thee

All is clear there , all is reconciled ,

m is And the real o f youth once more gleaming ,

a s s Strewn er t with light and morning dew .

NA M ELES S AND I MM ORTA L

’ F S D Pa e s t u m s s - m INI HE , in ro e e bowering garden ,

’ s t h e m a n wh o Stood Neptune temple , and planned

Sat near . His young wife , on his shoulder leaning ,

s ff Spun with the yellow di ta in her hand . She li s tened to the piping o f the herd s men

s s Who tended on the hill their drove of swine ,

s s h e And with an almost childi h joy murmured , Twisting the flax about her fingers fine :

c u is My p of happiness filled to brimming .

’ wh o s s The man brings me home to Naxo trand , e Now he has built yon glorious Neptune t mple , ” m h is Returns , im ortal , to native land .

Then solemnly her husband answered her

s s No , when we die , our name will pa away

s A few year after, but yon temple there 1 74 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

- Will still be standing as it stands to day . Think you an arti s t in his time of power Sees in the background multitude s that s hout !

s Nay , inward , only inward , turn his eye ,

s And he know nothing of the world without .

’ T is therefore that the h ar d would weep hot blood I f he deliver not h is pregnant soul ; But he would kiss each line wherein he s ee s - His . spirit live again , true born and whole

’ T is i n s uch li nes a s the s e he live s and move s . He Strives for immortality — but mark !

’ T h is t s s is for wri ing , never for him elf ;

’ h is The man s true reputation is work .

’ What s Homer ! At the very be s t a myth !

s We s eek to Cla p a more enduring fame . ’ s s s The pul e leap when we see his temple pride , ” ‘ ’ ’ For Iliad is that temple s mighty name .

He rose , as i f to go , but suddenly She caught him by the cloak and held him fas t

s s And murmured , while a hundred smile dis olved In the one look that furtively s h e cast

is Still on a column there your name carved .

s s a s If thi proud vaunt be earne t , you say , Take from among the tool s there at your feet ” The bigge s t s ledge and h ow the name away !

He turned , he shot at her a keen , quick glance ,

s h e s a t a s But when there calmly before ,

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’ The master s name may no man surely know ,

’ But all who see the temple s gleaming height May s e e his very s oul in yonder form - ’ And s hare to day the architect s delight . He is to me an old beloved friend In whom I recognize in very truth

s m . A chool ate , brother, comrade of my youth

ALO N E BY TH E LA KE

s s HERE pread the water dark and deep ,

Where now your ashes are lying . l Oh , tel me , my father , will you keep The promise you made when dying !

s Then ri e , O wraith , from your watery grave ,

wa s Speak the word that uttered never,

Oh , give the token that none yet gave , I f the dead may live on forever !

it s From the dark the surf rolls in foam , With a curve of white it enrings me ;

- s A storm cloud point to the starry dome , As though some token it flings me ;

is But Fate , like the night , hushed in gloom ,

And naught i n an s wer it bring s me .

No an s wer for him wh o does not s e e

s s . What you , ye tar , are outpouring VERNER VON HEID EN STAM 1 7 7

o I am one with you fr m eternity , ’ With t h e winds and the surf s loud roaring .

Then shine for me , Stars , and guide me on , For you are my father since he is gone !

H O ME

’ I M longing for the forest

s The pathway in the gra ses ,

s s The house that on the ne is . What orchard s hold s uch apple s Deep-hid from eager spying !

What grain , when zephyr dapples , Can breathe s o soft a sighing ! Where could I hope a s well to slumber When bells the hours of evening number !

Where do my memorie s tarry ! Where are my dead s till living ! t Where I , while gray and gaunt S ill ,

s With har h , relentless finger The years my fate are weaving !

a s I am a shade , and h unt till

s The place where memorie linger .

s Oh , eek not near to hover , Although the doors are fas tened And matt ed leave s now cover The s teps where wind s have has tened

And dropped their withered quarry . 1 7 8 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

’ s Let other laughter carry , t And new floods , wilder , s ronger, ’ o e rs we llin Bear me , the moat g ,

To those that speak no longer .

s it I within there lonely ,

s My el f a memory only ,

That is my kingly dwelling .

s a Oh , y not that our elders ,

s s Who e eyes are clo ed forever , That tho s e we fain would bani s h

s And from our live would sever , Say not their colors vanish

s s s Like flower and like gra se , That we from heart s efface them

Like dust , when one would clear it

- s s From ancient window gla es .

In power they upraise them ,

s A ho t they of the spirit .

s The whole white earth en hrouding,

s Our thought too overclouding , ’ e What er our fate or fortune ,

s s Thoughts that , like wallow crowding ,

Fly home at evening duly . A home ! how firm its bas e is

s By walls securely hielded , Our world — the one thing truly

s We in thi world have builded .

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' H o Ti er s chiold 1 8 6 0 ug g ,

TH E SMELTING FU RNA CE

there now an ingot black and cold ,

iron which erewhile , a swift white stream ,

s with a starry , multitudinou gleam

t h e e of furnace to the furrow d mould .

’ e th e s So s ethed a hot wave in poet heart ,

Broke out , and in constraining form was set .

The metal , with good luck , may ring , and yet ,

s ! Ala poor wave , how hard and cold thou art .

h e e Still , the metal good , mankind will hav ’ That which within another s heart again ,

e - De p heated by the flames of joy and pain ,

May melt and be once more a living wave . ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS 1 8 1

a r us Ta va s ts er na 1 8 6 0— 1 8 K l Aug t tj , 9 9

’ T 18 GROWIN G SO H US HED A RO UND ME

s MY harve t has passed the reaping , The s ummer draw s on to its rest ’ T is growing as hushed around me ,

As hushed as i f echo were sleeping , ’ s Or lain in the mountains bre ast .

My pinions o f song are weary ,

s And I too am still at la t . ’ T is s growing as hu hed around me ,

A s s hu hed in my room , and eerie ,

s As i f an angel had pas ed .

All laughter has fled in fear now ,

And gone is each kindly guest . ’ T s o is growing hushed around me , So hushed I can plainly hear no w

M y breathing Short and repressed .

Then come the thoughts that have waite d

Till I mu s t hark in the gloom . ’ T is growing as hushed around me , A S hu s hed as t h e mom e nt fated h For Deat to open my tomb . 1 8 2 ANTHOLOGY OF S WED I S H LYRICS

They come now , one with another ,

From days of my youth long s ped . ’ T s is growing so hu hed around me , So hushed th at I call my mother

And father to me in dread .

But they , both dead , cannot shield me ;

The thoughts come up in a crowd .

’ T is s o s growing hu hed around me , So hu s hed that at length I yield me

e . To them , with my forehead bow d

s s s They oon are my deare t trea ure , ff The thoughts that once could a right .

is s For all so hu hed around me , So hu s hed that they at their plea s ure

Commune with me through the night .

u nre be llin I live with them g ,

I grieve with them and am gay .

is a s For all hushed around me , A S hushed as if I were dwelling

Where life had withered away .

1 8 4 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

TH E PR AYER— M EETING

D A s S in E R friends , the wage of is death , indeed ;

’

wa s . His Sin great , of prayer there s urgent need

h a s s Young brother Anderson gone a tray ,

Become a worldling, left the narrow way .

Ala s ! poor slaves of s in are we ;

u s t . Lord , keep from iniqui y

Richly endowed beyond all pries ts he wa s W — s . ith heavenly grace , our youthful Barnaba

His gifts of exhortation , more than human ,

s s s Rou ed many soul , e pecially of women .

s a s wa s Plea ant Joseph he to behold ,

wa And tempted too as Joseph s of old .

i s ! Oh , my young fr ends , ye tread on perilou ground

wa s Yet thought we Anderson strong and sound , And could from devil s win the victory ; But devils have been mightier than he !

0 Ichabod , O Ichabod , How s in doth rage in fle s h and blood !

h e e A worthy widow for his wife gav ,

wh o s Steadfast and not too young , well might ave ’ The young man from the snares of Satan s guile

fle s h l s s . And y lures of worldline , the while

s A silent , earne t woman , tried and true GUSTAF PRODI NG 1 8 5

wa s s h e O f heart , a faithful watcher too , Who at her post was ever diligent

’ And followed Anderson where er he went . Ye t wi s dom is but weakne s s here below A s this ass e mbly needeth not to know Our erring brother fled last night away With Fia Bergman to America ! ”

s in s Oh , and trouble , grief and fears , This world is but a vale of tears !

A SPRING— TIM E SWEET H EA RT ( I F I HA D HA D O N E)

A A M GLE of sunlight crowned her , As though the m o m were flinging Its gold on her that day ; Her skirt wa s rip pling round her

- s s s Like wild ro e bu he clinging,

And lilacs white that sway .

s She came , her cheek all glowing ’ s With the soft breeze blowing , And with the s ulphur bath too O f looks that neighbors gave her - From peep hole , crack , and door ; While s h e gazed back in wrath too

s And , blu hing more than ever ,

Grew prettier than before . 1 8 6 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS Her bold bright eyes gave token That all her warmth of being Was bursting from control ;

That all the buds had broken , And all the brook s were freei ng

Their clamor in her s oul .

I felt that all the spring then , With lark s upon the wing then

-flo we r s s And wind in her trace , Ran up with glad embraces To seize and capture me ;

An d kissed me , gently laying

s Her brea t to mine , and saying

e Come , lov me , be near me , And take me up and bear me This instant home with thee !

A LOVE—S ONG

I C A S PUR H ED my love for money ,

’ Else ne er had I known its might ; No less did I sing to the gay harp-String ’ s Right wee tly of love s delight .

s A dream , though it soon be vani hed , Is swe e t when it answers our will ; And Eden to him wh o is bani s he d

Is beauteous Eden still .

1 8 8 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s s Star , like tear congealing , t S ud the castle ceiling ,

Rich with filigree .

Spectres weird and gloomy , Flit acro s s the roomy

s Chamber ilently .

T H E OLD M O UN TA IN TROLL

s THE evening draw on apace now , The night will be dark and drear ;

I ought to go up to my place now , ’ t is s But plea anter far down here .

Mid the peaks where the storm is yelling

’ T is lonely and empty and cold ;

’ t is But merry where people are dwelling ,

’ In the beautiful dale s green fold .

And I think that when I wa s las t here

s s A princes wondrou ly fair ,

s Soft gold on her head , went pa t here ; ’ d s s ! She make a sweet mor el , I wear

s The re t fled , for none dared linger ,

o ff t o c r But they turned when far y, While each of them pointed a finger :

! fi e ! What a great , nasty troll oh , GUSTAF FRODIN G 1 8 9

- But the princess , friendly and mild eyed ,

Gazed up at me , object of fright ,

s - Though I mu t have looked evil and wild eyed ,

And all fair thing s from u s take flight .

s s Next time I will ki her and hold her,

Though ugly of mouth am I ,

And cradle and lull on my Shoulder , “ : -s ! Saying Bye , little sweet nout , bye

’ And into a sack I ll get her ,

And take her home with me Straight , And then at Yule I will eat her

Served up on a fine gold plate .

a -h u m ! I But hum , am mighty dumb ,

’ Who d look at me then s o kindly !

’ s — a - a — ! I m a illy dullard hum , hum

s o To think the thing out blindly .

Let the Christian child go in peace , then ; ’

r e . As for us , we but trolls , are we

’ d s s s She make such a avory me , then ,

It is hard to let her be .

But such things too easily move us ,

’ re When we lonely and wicked and dumb ,

u s Some teaching would surely improve . ’ s — a - ! Well , I ll go home to leep hum 1 9 0 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

H O ME—CO MING

S T ROV T AG I HEM BY G D EN

P A RT I V

’- ’ - K I N G Lily-o th Valley s o stately

s - t He shines i n the grove now whi e ,

The young king sorroweth greatly , h i - For s fro s t s lain princess bright .

’ ’ -o -t h - s inke th King Lily Valley , he

s o His head heavy with care , The light of h is helmet blink e th

In the huele s s evening air .

A s hroud of cobweb covers

s o The form fair in death , - While s oft flo we r incense hovers

And fills the woods with its breath .

- s From the birch top mourn fully swinging , From the Wind ’ s green bower on high

s Wee ongs of lament are ringing ,

Till the woods are filled with a s igh .

Through the glade s a mes s enger beareth

s The igh to each whispering leaf, Till all the wide fores t heareth

’ ’ ’ -o -th - s O f Lily Valley grief.

1 9 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

He importunes the ether

Come , fairy castle mine , With pearls and rubie s gleaming ;

Ye halls , in radiance beaming, With white and gold a -Shine !

And you , ye sprites , fulfil now Thi s ta s k with heedful care And bring me to my will now

s B e drulb u do ur Princes , The moon-mild maiden rare !

So reels along the street here Amid the thicke s t pre s s The mighty Prince Aladdin In ragged helple s s ness

s e e Come here and the fun , Ju s t li s te n to h is pother ;

’ The crazy tailor s s o n

’ ’ Think s he s the Sultan s brother !

s Ye tailors and ye beggar ,

Ye know not s prite s at all .

s One only need to beckon , One only need s to call : ’ ‘ s m ! Come , ca tle , come , co e here He fixe s t hen h is eyes on The blue far-o ff horizon

Until it Shall appear . The common peo p le s neer O GU STAF PR D ING 1 9 3

’ Your ca s tle s in the m oon there ; ’ Fly up and y o u ll be soon there !

’ Alack ! the lamp s poor owner

May never more have rest , Nor may he tru s t h is fortune

Who once the ring po s s es s ed . He feel s that now no titt le Of his good fortune britt le Is left to him s ecure ;

’ t is s Though but doubt defeat him , The s e C hildish errors cheat him

Till nothing may endure .

is h The lamp hig creative power ,

The Chiefes t Strength of man ;

’ is s The magic ring faith rich dower , t Wherewi h he all things can .

LITTLE JO E—JO HNN Y LE LLE K A R L-JO H A N

L - ITTLE Joe Johnny , ’ IS n t he bonny !

s ! Take after mother , the good little dear Look how he blows now ’ In S fi s t his no s e now

h is s — - ! Just as pa doe , Joe John ny , come here 1 94 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS Look ! how politely

He s t bow , and how brigh ly

s - Shine the long curl of our little Joe Johnny . Hoho ! my sonny

s s e e . Has all the manner o f grown folk , you ’ Ye s s , and he able to

Quote from the Bible too ,

s s t Well as the dean , prie t , and exton , all hree .

— s Tell me , Joe Johnny , what was it that Mose Look how your no s e is !

s s Promi ed the Jews in the word of the law , If they would honor their pa and their ma !

- Now you s hall hear why our little Joe Johnny ’ s Should be a priest when he grown a bit more ,

s h is s - So aid mother , cares ing Joe Johnny . But — awful to tell !

s h e When was done , he Swore “ r u fil : ! Stoutly and g y Oh , ma , go to hell

TH E DANCE BY T H E RO A D S IDE

s t THEY danced by the road ide on Saturday nigh , And the laughter re s ounded to left and to right “ ” s ! ! With houts of Hip , hip and of Hey

Utt e r ma n a s Nils , famed a queer old freak , Sat there and made h is accordion squeak

W do o de l do o de l ! ith y , y, day

1 9 6 ANTHOLOGY O F SWEDI S H LYRI CS

e - O v r all lay the twinkling , star lovely night ; In the wood-bordered bay a shimmery light

s Fell soft on the wave as they broke .

- wa s A breeze , clover laden , borne from the meadow ,

’ And a whi ff from the firs and the pine s t hat o e r s h a do w

s s s The hill with their re inou cloak .

h is A fox lent voice to the din of the crew , “ ! And out of the bramble s an owl cried O o h o o

But they heard not , they heeded not , they . ” O o h o o ! from Goat Mountain the echo cried , ’ And to U t t er ma n s doodling in turn replied

do o de l do o del ! With a y , y , day

PA STORAL

V A L LA R E LAT

A K s H R to the cowbell , hark how the singing Stray s down the meadow at evening fall ! Cows low their an s wer and quicken the swinging ’ Stride of their pace at the milkmaid s call .

’ O er heath and moorland the s hrill note s flow : ’ ’ ’ — c o — c o Co , Lily , Lily , Lily ,

s Echoe , awakening , northward go , Cliffs all replying Softly the dying ’ ’ c o Co , Lily co , Lily GUS TAF FRODIN G 1 9 7

’ s s Falls now , now ri e the cowbell s vibration ,

is s Till all hu hed in the valley beneath , h - t e s t . Still are woods , half asleep in their ation Only the wandering Call goe s meandering

Near and afar over moorland and heath .

’ s s Night come apace with the sun fading glimmer, ! See , on the lake , how the vapor trails

s Shade grow more solid , and longer , and dimmer , ’ kl ’ (l uic y the dark o er the fore s t prevail s .

s - s Spruce and pine trees now leep in the shadow , ’ s s D ull grows the ru h of the cataract play ,

s Faintly the voice recede from the meadow ,

Wander , and scatter , and die far away .

A POO R M ONK OF S KA RA

’ ’ MY life s on the wan e and I m spent with

A wretched and ignorant renegade clerk ,

A runaway fled from his Order afar , a

Broth e r condemned by the chapter of Skara .

’ I m now but an old and broken man , ’ To Satan con s igned by the Church s ban

s s For murder and ob tinate here y ,

And doomed by the King to outlawry . 1 9 8 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

When Lars the Canon I smote in wrath ,

The brethren hastened to dog my path . They hunted me like a wolf in the wood ;

But all that they found was my monki s h hood .

s s A urly and ob tinate monk was I , And many a tankard on the s ly ’ -fille d I drew from the abbot s well tun ,

s An d inned most vilely with a nun .

’ My mu s cle s were iron ; I d frequent

s The village inn where the wastrel went ,

I joined with a harlot and fiddler crew ,

a no nicu s And Lars C I slew .

s s s But mi ery came of tho e evil day ,

be rue d In a foreign land I my ways , s S Eating hu ks whence the wine had turned , m Like the a n in a tale I learned .

’ s I was not quite in the devil clutch , ’ ’ s S s O f good i n man nature there alway much ,

But I had a stormy road to go , As when the bla s ts of the tempest blow

’ A fi s h e rma n s boat on a rugged shore

s And leave it there broken and battered ore , Although for rift and wound

Some help may yet be found .

me They shut up in a dismal cell ,

s Then drove me forth in the wa te to dwell , Like bea s t s they hunted me here and there z o o ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRICS

And he who sits so mighty at Rome ,

h is For all of me , must abide doom ,

s With doctor , monk , and pa tor

And titled prie s t and master .

s o The noble who sits proud in his tower ,

’ He too mu s t submit to sorrow s power ;

s On dukes and kings dread sorrow fall ,

s it s Yea , emperor might appalls ;

s We all may go a tray , So wherefore chide for aye !

’ s Thu o er the earth the people roam ,

s we And not a man know whence come ,

wa And none knows whither the y will lead ,

e . And non knows what is life , indeed And yet beyond Cloud s of s trife There dawns a far b e tter life ;

Where no one is evil , no one good ,

t s But as bro her all we breast the flood , Each lending each a hand

While struggling to the s trand .

Though the world has robbed me o f honor here ,

s it s Though I alone in the fore t drear ,

And better days may never be mine , ’ ’ ll Yet I ll not grieve , I not repine

s s s The bird mount gaily toward the kie ,

Su n With every morn the doth rise ,

- s The birch tree bud anew , ! Why should not I hope , too GU STAF FRODIN G 2 9 1

n Perhaps , whe a thousand years have flown

s s w Like cloud over cottage and ca tle blo n ,

s t A rider may wend through the fore here ,

s - May tether his hor e to a birch tree near ,

a nd s e e May open the door , peep in

’ s s The outlaw den and its mi ery ,

s And read thi wretched scrawl if he will ,

’ On parchment writ with a wild bird s quill .

Then will he s ay : So long ago

s m a n Did thi learn what we all now know , Fores eeing the age that upon thi s eart h

t h a s ! After long , long s ri fe been brought to birth And yet wa s he of yore a Poor bani s hed Monk of Skara !

D S ! B EH OL , TH I DREA M ER CO M ETH

B D s m m ! s : EHOL , thi Drea er co eth (they aid )

Turning toward u s his downcast head .

O n lonely path s he wanders far ; t He is not a s we o hers are .

— He dream s that curs e h is lying dream ! m t s h i . Sun , moon , and s ar all bow to

’ He is our father s deare s t s o n

u s ! Come , let slay him and have done 2 0 2 ANTHO LOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

AN OLD ROO M

THERE is an old low room I love ;

s Dark broken pla ter spreads above . Near-by is heard the mu ffled tone ’ s s a w- s O f roaring luice and mill drone . ’ s The furniture o f ancient mould ,

Ample , and Stoutly made ,

With curving legs of white and gold , - And flower enwrought brocade .

s O ut of a corner, dim and wart

s s Stare a bronze bu t of Bonaparte , Who with h is white horse ride s in The pale engravings on the wall ; Through Ulm and Au s terlitz they

B e r e s ina At too , From victory to overthrow

At bloody Waterloo .

- s s Karl Johan gaze , white with du t , ’ s U pon the Emperor s gloomy bu t .

His s is royal no e thin and bent ,

His lips , though tight and reticent , Prepare d to hurl forth accents dire

s I n thundering ca cade , ’ s fire Hot with the heart volcanic ,

s A mighty ga conade .

2 0 4 ANTHOLOGY OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

To s way her head in time t o words That t ell of love and Pers ian bird s ;

c s O f nightingales that never ea e , ’ s And violets perfumed ighs ,

’ ’ O f ro s es pain and lilies peace

In that far paradi s e .

The chamber fill s with sweete s t s cent

s s Of ambergri and flower blent ,

W s ith down of flitting butterflie , And s uch tin s el foolerie s ; Till dainty li t t le fairie s dance

On tiptoe through the room , And Spirit-birds of old romance

ch ar méd m Call through the gloo .

DREA MS IN H A DES

I

C — s s ON E , though a lethargy oppre ed my brain , t Lying and brooding , eyelids bo h ajar , ’ I watched the candle s pale and flickering light

Burn low into the socket , flare again ,

s a s Glimmer and die . And then I w a tar

t t s That shimmered fain ly from the dep h of night .

s s o m The moon hone in , but with chill a bea

’ ’ t a s in Me hought t w s like St . Elmo fire bloom ’ Upon s ome ma s t o er darkened wave s below . GUS TAF FROD IN G 2 9 5

- - Like phosphor wood or like the mo s s fed gleam ’ -o - - m O f Will the Wisp , or when above a to b ’ e fi t fu l s w . On St . John Eve See a glow

wa s s The air like to earth which , thinning , tend

s a s To ri e and float vapor ; it was dim ,

And peopled thick with weird and s pectral things .

’ T wa s a s when light with darkne s s meet s and blend s .

A druid sheen , unnatural and grim ,

n Such a s an ancient tale of witchcraft bri gs .

s a w s Dark forms I in that strange atmo phere , Dead races of mankind that s eemed to h ide

s s With trustful expectation , row on row , Until the light o f morning should appear ;

s Silently there they slumbered side by ide , - Layer by layer in their dream repose .

a s s e a -s s D ull a urge momently increa ed ,

m s I heard the hum of yriad voices ri e , — M u ffle d a s tones from muted harp string sped ;

s ea s s s A of murmur ru hed from west to ea t ,

— s s s Ascending , falling , que tion and replie , m And rolled like s welling billows to y bed .

I I

Through the s ound s I heard m Ran a rhyth ic sway , But in eve ry word there Deepe s t meaning lay 2 0 6 ANTHOLO G Y OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Many a mystic token , Many a searching tone

s s In the lea t word poken , ’ W t w ith a Sigh a s gone .

What my cold and clever t Mind would fain have caugh ,

s Foiled my be t endeavor ,

W s a s but har h and naught . Grief would seize impul s ive

s s s t On tho e hade in dea h , And a throe convul s ive

s Rack and top their breath . O f that dream the trophy Hades left wi t h me Was a crabbed strophe

Limping wearily .

I II

’ - Clamor of Albion s harp strings ,

Murmurs of s ong from the Northland . ’ ’ Beowulf s story or Fingal s Heard I or faintly perceived there

s Sounding in echoes through Hade ,

Di m and yet wondrously lovely .

Fables of Anglian monarchs ,

s m Legends of witche fro Den mark , - Sad hearted Gaelic traditions , Lays of the Grail and of Merlin

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To seek for s omeone He found not there ; Once more he clo s ed And in that moment The apparition

Dissolved in air .

But long thereafter I heard s oft accent s Telling melodiou s

Their gloomy tale , A half-forgotten Minstrel s aga From s ome far Wel s hland

s Or Engli h dale .

Did I not love a maiden Was kind and fair to s ee !

Did I not sleep , and , dreaming , lay

My head upon her knee , While the red sun behind the oaks Wa s s inking mi s tily !

Gave s h e not me a bridal night ’ s Graced by the star pale Sheen , ’ A s o er us leafy branches s wayed

Their canopy of green , While willow s waved and ripples Th e reeds and rock s be t ween ! GUSTAF FRODIN G 2 9 9

’ s h e Her lord s gold chain , gave me

Yea , all she gave me now , She fitted it about my head

’ And wound it o er my brow ;

Her s soul She gave , and for my ake

She broke her holy vow .

Long did we drink in s ecret

O f carnal love our fill , What time with melancholy s mile We loved through good and ill ;

We loved in Sin and rapture ,

s s In hame and joy loved till .

But now I hear a monk ’ s voice That s peaks wi t h accen t s dread

is Fair this life to look upon , The cheek s of love are red ;

’ s is But now thy loved one hue pale ,

v v O s i a now is dead .

O s viva now s hall s lumber

s Full long in cold repo e ,

s s For lumber, dream , and death

s h e s All these freely cho e ,

And , unrepentant , never

s To heaven her Spirit goe .

is s Monk , it writ in legend , By sibyls it is s aid 2 1 0 ANTHOLO GY OF S WED I S H LYRICS

s n That , when the late t autum

It s s late t leaf has shed , The Great Deliverer visits

The city of the dead .

’ I f ages have pas s ed o er me

wa s Since I dead and gone ,

The day then is approaching ,

e e I f l it soon will dawn , When the Delivering Spirit Will free us every one !

Like s eas in motion When the winds drive

e Lik a wave speeding ,

s The whi per went , To tell of dawn in

The night of Hades , A mystic me s s age

O f wonderment .

Soon s ank t h e murmur

s Deep in the darknes , Where on dream-pinions

s My pirit soared , Then the s trange promi s e

Rose up before me ,

s In mocking vi ion ,

In mystic word .

2 1 2 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS W MO UNTAIN TROLLS ELL , you may believe me or may not believe me ;

’ t s But was thi way it was , and the devil may have me

’ ’ t wa s n t - I f a troll pack that caught me one night .

We had Charge of a furnace in Westerly Moor ,

wa s s And the night nigh finished , the clock tood at

four ,

When the racket began and Peer jumped up in fright . It crashed round the peaks and it roared in the valley ” e s Like bellowing ox n up yonder , aid Ole .

They tram ped and they Stamped fro m all point s of the

s s compa ,

’ t wa s ! wa s s And funny , but God it troll made the rum

pus .

a s Like the big church at Bogen they looked , they rose

s s Through the tree , which re ounded with thunder and thud ;

wa s There crackling and groaning all over the wood ,

fi rs s s s s a s s For the were like traw to uch lubber tho e . And Peer he crouched under the root of a tree ” a s And I by a big pile of ch rcoal , aid he .

s s Like the cla hing of iron the noi e of them rang , ’ d m s s - s s For they ar like team hammer , had ome of the gang ; And their fi s t s were like rock s that t h e old giant s tum bled ; GUSTAF FROD ING 2 1 3

s -s t t Some had mouth like a mine haf , and added to tha 3 m So e had thatch like the roof of a s hed for a hat ;

And some sent out fire like a furnace t hat rumbled ;

s s - Some had snout big as iron team cranes in their head , ” ! wa s By golly it a bit scary , he said .

They s at round the furnace and roasted huge steaks

- s s s s O f pig iron , and made them elve broth out of pike , ’ a And ate ploughs s we d munch upon chicken or la mb . Then all round the furnace the troll s began dancing

S O s a - it looked just like houses and churche prancing , m s s . And it sounded like thunder , the cla h and the la

’ s s I ve been down to town and een many a pree , ” t s But I never saw dance up to tha one , aid he .

a s s And I lay there like a bundle of clout , Came a troll up with one of the uglie s t snouts

ff m e And sni ed and turned my poor body around .

’ ‘ s s ! Look harp here , look out i f you don t mell a rat ’ ’ s s t Here a bit of old meat , aid the troll ; but wi h that

O f a sudden the s un had come up with a bound . ‘ ’ ’ ‘ ’ s u n s s . The here , says I , and the ea t is all red

t s . They snorted and took to their heels hen , he aid

s m s It was o ething terrific to hear the hill rumble , As the pack of them rushed to the nort h in a jumble

And scurried away all together up north . Still the huts seemed to figh t from the way they were

shaking , 2 1 4 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI SH LYRI CS

- s - s For ore hou e and coal house and mithy were quaking ,

And as if turning cartwheels , they swayed back and

forth .

s a s Yes , troll hate the sun j ust I should fear truly

s To lie or to draw the long bow , fini hed Ole .

2 1 6 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

s e e - s And I around the table how the farm girl read it , too , By the faint and pallid glimmer of the lamp-light when he ’ s

through ,

’ Arm s about each other s necks the while their fingers rough and brown

Roam the gray and crumpled pages , line by line each

column down .

And outside I s e e the wall s s hine white beneath their mo s s y

thatch , And the light green of the che s tnuts and the elm s I faintly

catch ,

’ And I hear the myriad plant-life growing on the earth s wide

breast , - it While the vernal May day s oftly s inks into s evening re s t .

s And I feel a ubtle perfume from that dingy page upcoil ,

e s Sweet as sc nt of budding flower , Strong as scent of field

and soil .

s m s s s And a rich , pul ating u ic eem to billow through it all , In whose quiet swell is mingled s ong of lark and lap-wing

call . S ANTHOLOGY OF WEDI S H LYRICS 2 1 7

Os ca r L ever tin 1 8 6 — , 2 1 9 06

SOLO M ON ’ S HYM N TO T H E M OON

’ C SC N r c RE E T moon , again you filling

s s t All the able heaven wi h light ,

s a d s Urging the poet on to ing , Spilling Beam s like silver fishe s bright

t s Till they flood the dep h of every Spring .

is s Night drowned in bridal plendor . Like a charmed bird the tender ’ s Heart bound high , twixt grief and glee .

s Garden Sphinxe leer at me .

s s Blood you way and billow roaring,

s s Brea t of women you control ,

s s h is And you ting the leeper in trance , Pouring

Melancholy on the soul .

In your beam s the fool is fain to dance . - In your Spark rain serpents wallow . - Watch dogs lift their howling s hollow .

s m Hot hand pray i ploringly .

G arden Sphinxes leer at me .

fo re h e a d I Gray my , forget not ;

s I have known the fatal nare , ’ s s s s Nature lure of silent re s tles ne . 2 1 8 ANTHOLO G Y OF SWEDI S H LYRI CS

Let not ,

Moon , your cold majestic Stare Dupe the heart with longing and di s t re s s !

s Rou e no more the blood , the ocean , Stir not women with emotion !

s e e Weary , evermore I

G arden Sphinxes leer at me .

Sink , O Stupor of delight , now

On the world , forever freeze ’ ’ s s Woman s brea t upon her lover mouth , Blight now

’ Love s fair s hrine amid the trees ! Drink the font of life and leave a drouth ! By the empty pools lie s leeping

o m s L vers in the oonlight teeping, Happy that no more they s e e

s s Yonder hape that leer at me .

BEATRICE

L K s I E the fir t swallow in the spring returning, - Fly through the night blue air to yon far place ,

s s My ong , and gently unto her who e face

’

IS s a d s . hid from me , oh , tell my life yearning

’ s k no w s t Fly , ong , thou only beyond forgetting ’ My bosom s lonelines s

’ s s s s And grief that burn in springtime faire t hour ,

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’ s m What is eternal i n my life co motion ,

’ s What winged in my thought ,

O f s s All rays sunlight through my sense treaming , Are fibres from the web of my devotion

’ T a wh o To her . w s she taught All the s a d pas sion of my poet-dreaming

’ s s Made into ong by twilight s pen ive gleaming, When evening ’ s dark regret weighed hard on me

s s a s m a Tell it not thu , but weetly y be ,

s s t . O song , thou wallow with the pring re urning

T H E A RTI ST

YO U - , O lonely mountain peak ,

Only you have known me . Unto you my heart may s peak

Though no friend s will own me .

’ s s s s s I m by other joy po e ed , ’ o e rt a k e m e Other griefs . They who would be tendere s t m In y need fors ake me .

s a w They but judged by what they , Mi s s ed my inner nat ure ;

’ their s Took for mine Spirit law , t Failed to read one fea ure . Mountain-cold t oward every one

I , when warm they thought me ;

s s u n Cold I eemed , when to a t m Fiery pa s s ions wrough e . OS CAR LEVERTIN 2 2 1

Fouled with s corn by all and each ’ Was my love s pure fountain Vainly to the dale s men preach

s t h e Dweller of mountain .

Hail , O mountain solitude ,

ic - s ! Sunlit , y cre ted Lone too is my arti s t mood

s Where the light hath re ted . I have vi s ion s none ca n s e e ’ S t ars o er lakes that s himmer ;

s Ship o f dream glide under me ,

s s a - White ail all glimmer .

’ s s t s Clo e to God mys eriou fane ,

s Rapt in oul and free there , I may quaff the blue di s dain

O f the crystal ether .

AN OLD N EW—YEA R ’ S S O N G

ST E PHEN o s tler now doth drive

h is s To the Spring hor es five ,

Clear the night is glowing .

s m h is Je us placed the in guard , And has s e t within the yard

’ Life s pure waters flowing .

! s s Hark the clock trike twelve , and out To the courtyard t hrongs the rout ;

Deep the S h o w h a s dri fted . 2 2 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

’ s Heaven vault is high and blue , Where the moon and we e s tars too

Shining are uplifted .

’ s wa Love bold Charger leads the y ,

s un Gallant as the in May , Decked as for a wedding ;

s Bridle all of flower fair, - Saddle wrought of rose leaves rare

Sewn with s ilver threading .

’ s s Fortune mare neighs lu tily ,

s s h a s s h e Shoe and trapping gold , Well S h e knows hard riding ; — Seek s the land of D ream Des ire ’ And the s un s et s golden fire

In the we s t s ubsiding .

’ Slowly after Fortune s steed

Stumbles out the nag of Need ,

Drab and melancholy . - Hungry he and hollow eyed , Seek s for chaff on every s ide

s A s he limp s on lowly .

s Mid the willow lingering,

Like a dark and spectral thing , ’ Sorrow s horse moves onward .

2 2 4 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

’ There , sunlit in yon ocean s broad expanse ,

s Lie Ithaca , mine isle , - - s Where the white arching boughs of fruit tree glance , And billows die the while

’ s s s s Mid edge , as die a harp faint evening ong , — ffl e . Love mu d , on the ear ’ h e s o There , the voyage ne er hard and long,

My ves s el I would steer .

For there will stand the cool white marble house

I n which I fain would dwell . Above will s igh the s ilver poplar boughs

That guard while I re s t well . ’ m ! Ye waves of life , I m weary o f your foa Di m force s rise in me ’ m Urging toward Ithaca , my heart s true ho e , s My bright i le in the sea .

On the way homeward absently I hear ’ s The noise of li fe alarm , A s though I heard a s tranger wh o came near

And took me by the arm .

s a s Brother , though still I walk here do ye ,

O f ills here unafraid , ’ m s Smiling , I greet the future s y tery ,

s For my account i made .

More s trongly meanwhile do I feel t h e urge

m s O f u ic every day , O S CAR LEVERTIN 2 2 5

The e vening echo of the beat ing Surge

’ s Within mine i land s bay .

’ e e t h e a s L an d o er waves , I watch in a Spell

The dolphins flashing past .

’ s s No isle in ight , but almond perfumes tell ’ That I m approaching fast .

Still will I h e a r as much a s any man

h e a r s May of mi ery ,

For this I know , that no one ever can ’ t s s Tell my hear Ody s ey . — My trifling griefs and joy s their tin s el gleam s

A s s du t to dust I fling , ’ s t m m s Now that my boat near I haca , y drea

Bright island of the s pring .

M O N ICA

O I C s M N A, mother , the leave are falling ; t Stripped by the scy he , the fields lie drear . ’ The chill of winter s firs t breath appalling

Strike s on my heart in the fore s t s ere . t m Heavy each though and weary each li b ,

s - Endle s the home leading roadway dim .

’ re Dumbly now by the hearth you bending, ’ is t s Red the woof in your shu tle play ,

is s Red , too , the glow that the fire ending

O n wrinkled cheek and on hair grown gray . 2 2 6 ANTHOLO G Y O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Sharp is the gu s t of the evening air

While you weave the cloth for your s o n to wear .

s Closed are your lip , for Speech too weary , m Li s tles s your eyes that Strain in the gloo .

Shadows , gathering ever more dreary , Sink like a weight on the Silent room ; Burnt logs tumble down one by one

o n While ceasele s s you weave for your wayward s .

m Monica , other, with bitter measure ff Is brimmed each draught that thi s life a ord s .

s In man , in woman , I find no plea ure ,

My lip s are s ated with kis s e s and word s .

’ ’ Far from life s road is my heart s des ire ;

I long for home an d your failing fire .

Eyes that betray a s they smile their cares s i ng ’ I d leave for yours with their fading glow ;

Yours is the hand I would choose for pressing , Yours that is withered and wa s te d s o ; No s ong delights me except the s ound

O f your whirring loom on its monotone round .

All earthly longing s and lures that ch e at me

Die of their din at length in my breast . ’ I would go home , on a stool I d seat me

s s Clo e by your chair , and take my re t , While autumn wind s bore the s tifling reek m O ut of the ashes again s t y cheek .

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r i x e a r e 1 8 6 E k A l K lf ldt , 4

TIM E OF WA ITI N G

S S WEETE T is the time of waiting ,

s s Time of flood , of bud dilating , May has naught s o captivating

A S a clearing April noon .

Let not miry paths befool you ,

s Then the dampened wood will cool you , ’ ll ’ And you hear the leave s low croon .

’ s s Not in ummer joy I d wallow , Give me but the blade s that follow

s s - Melting now in pine dark hollow ,

’ And the earliest thru s h s tune .

’ e B st the lover s time of waiting ,

O f betrothal ere the mating , Spring h a s naught s o captivating A S a secret s weetheart fair .

t s Seldom wi h her , soon a under , He will dream the s trange w ild wonder

Life s o s oon for him may bear .

s Golden fruit , let other shake it ,

Mine be not the hand to take it ,

’ For my garden I d fors ake it

s When the tree are budding there . ERI K AXEL KARLFELDT 2 2 9

PRELU D E

’ T o FRI DO LI N S PLE A S U RE -G A R DE N

h s s MY muse dwellet not on Parnas u ,

’ is s - Her home on Pur e Maker s Nes t .

s s s is Like un et the cheek of the las ,

When eve soothes the valley to re s t .

May poets be crowned but with laurel ! May not Dalecarlia spare A wreath wit h which no one need quarrel

’ To lay on a bard s flowing hair !

s m is Your Pegasu , haughty of for ,

A noble and excellent Steed ,

’ But one I d prefer in a Storm is

A colt of our own mountain breed .

With iron spur s gleam ing and jangling

s t We tumble through hicket and brake ,

- a - Like the grouse cock my lyre is twangling , t ! And oh , what a cla ter we make

’ s - s s For the even hued bridge , o er which pas e

h a rd t h e s s The to hall o f the ble t ,

s - s s s Gild the myrtle clad height of Parna su , ’ t h - s And e rowan s of Purs e Maker s Ne t . 2 30 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

S ONG A FTER H A RVEST

F D s RI OLIN dance free ,

is And full of sweet wine he ,

’ ’ s -fi eld s O f the berry j uice , and the wheat dower , - And the whirl of the waltz melodie . With the tail s of h is long coat over his arm

s He dance full many a partner warm ,

s h e Till leans on his breast like a drooping flower,

h is Overcome by manly charm .

s Fridolin dance free , He is filled with the memory O f h is s ire and grand s ire wh o danced there long

Before to that old melodie .

s s Ye leep now , ye sires , on the fe tival night ,

is And stilled the hand that could fiddle with might , For your life — like your day — is a murmuring song

Which echoes a wistful delight .

s But Fridolin dance free ,

s o n Your , and a brave lad he ;

ca n e He talk in the p asant style with a churl ,

And in Latin to men of degree . ’ s s His cythe goes Sharp through the harve t s gold ,

is s He proud of the Store that his granarie hold ,

’ Toward the moon s red saucepan he to s s e s h is girl

s Like a man of your talwart mould .

2 32 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI SH LYRI CS

When your will is on fire some day

s And doubt may no more re train , You ’ ll come of yourself on the fateful ’ c a n You ne er retrace again .

I sing , I exult at the meeting , My glad heart leaps on its thron e ; We melt at the pa s s ionate greeting i For all of our lives nto one .

From a poverty -s hadowed life In the night o f my lone di s tress “ : I proudly cry Would you be my wife , Then count not the more and less ! ” Your beauty in that sweet hour

s Will richly adorn our ne t ,

s is For happines your dower ,

— is Your morning gift re st .

IN T H E ELK S EA S O N

HE s -fi e ld come to the oat each night to feed ,

s e e From the croft you hi m plainly ,

s The mighty bea t , that with toilsome heed

’ ve I followed all day so vainly .

’ s s All el e is asleep in the full moon glow ,

’ ’ But with hot hunter s lu s t I m waking

Behind the hedge where the willows grow ,

No breath the silence is breaking . ERIK AXEL KARLFELDT 2 33

Then he step s from the pines with a stat ely mien

As though from his autumn castle ,

s He strides like a monarch with gait erene ,

The leaves round his antlers rustle .

Through the mi s ty wavering moonlight s t ream I watch him peacefully roam there ;

s Fanta tic of form , as though like a dream ’ O f the fore s t primeval he d come there .

s s t He seem to me now far more than a bea ,

Yea , more than a human creature ;

s s t A prouder lord of the wild at lea , - A fi r s t born s o n of Dame Nature .

’ s Again my hunter s blood run hot , B ut I pau s e ere I pull the trigger I have not the heart to send a s hot

At that moonlit majes tic figure .

win To such a prize by fraud were a shame , So back through the thicket of willow - ’ ll I creep . To morrow we start our game

A S . usual , my fine fellow

’

11 . s We then play fair Your leg are good , And you will be finely started ;

If I c a n but catch you in the wood , - I s hall not be moon s hine hearted . 2 34 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS And i f but my trembling hand be sure

s When I aim at your mighty houlder,

My shot will ring over heath and moor,

And my horn from boulder to boulder .

I ’ ll gloat on each pron g of the antlered head

Which proudly you once could carry , And glad o ’ er the dewy hills I ’ ll tread

ve At e with my royal quarry .

TH E VIRGI N M A RY F R O M PO E M S O N D A LE C A R LI A N P A I NTI N G S

’ SHE s coming down the meadow from the hall of Sj u

a reb g y ,

a s a s s s e e A little maid with cheeks fair almond flower to , As almond flowers and wild-rose flowers where town may

ne ver be, ffi Or road where dust of tra c soils an d smothers .

wa s What pathway have you followed , that your cheek n e v e r burned !

h a s What have you dreamed , O Mary , what your bosom

learned , That your blood burneth not as that of others !

s ff Around your hair uncovered a trange e ulgence glows ,

is t h e s b ea meth Your brow like cre cent moon that , When over Meadow Mountain all white and bent it goes

lea meth And through the leafy blackthorn stems it g .

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DREA M S AND LIFE

I D WOUL that I were a mighty man , Who ruled my kingdom and had men dig Around my castle a moat s o big - No long legged mischief the space could s pan . I would I could Spread a noble feast

s Where each hungry fellow should be my gue t ,

wh o With all of the lads were bold and gay . And there it s hould always be said outright

W wa s That black was black and that hite white ,

s th s And life Should be prai ed to e very la t day .

t I would that I were a valian man .

s Give me a steed and a addle , O Fate , ’ s s s A warrior word , a ju t debate , And a foeman to conquer if I can !

’ n And i f I m not amed on the triumph day ,

s When the troops come back from the fini hed fray , Among tho s e wh o fell where the fight raged hot

’ T s if t I . is all the ame , fought wi hout fear

A man may advance though he be in the rear ,

s . And lumber full soundly , although forgot

’ But I m not a man in the s e dreams remote .

s s No other lance than word I wield , ’ s s In poe y s tourney I bear a hield , - t But the re s t of the time wear an every day coa . ERIK AXEL KARLFELDT 2 37

s un- s s I would I might sing on the ki sed height ,

m th e s s Yet I dwell at ho e with le ser light , W here Memory sings like a nightingale . The neighbors no less may hear me rejoice ;

’ When there s air in the lungs and a ring in the

s s A song may a cend though it ound from the dale .

A VA GRANT

WHO are you and whence do you co me !

I will not and cannot reply , ’ I am no man s son and I have no home ,

s No son hall I leave when I die .

A stranger from far am I .

’ s is ! What your religion , what your creed

I only know this : I know naught .

if I s And have mi sed the right path , indeed

’ v My error I e never been taught .

s But God first and last I have ought .

” is ! How your li fe It is Storm and pain , - A hard , endless battle drive ;

is A glow that quenched , a hope made vain ,

And clouds that with s unbeam s Strive . ’ But still I am glad I m alive . 2 38 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

HYM N TO TH E H A RVEST M OON S TEP out from your curtain of silvered shadow ,

’ s Arise from your couch in the wood dim haze .

s - Oh , hine upon new mown meadow

And orchard with tender gaze .

s You come and the dew exhale to meet you ,

s a s The p flood up into plant and tree ,

s s The bo om of women entreat you ,

’ e a Your might s in the swelling s .

You rule the s oul ; there is none that seek s not ,

To follow you all your journey long, Each breast that loves and speaks not f n Is bri mm e d with a floo d o so g .

The anxious farmer your orb is watching ,

’ A s nightly you guard o er his ripening grain ;

Your red means a Storm approaching ,

fo re t elleth Your paleness rain .

Now a herald-like voice at the midnight hour ’ e cr : s s ! S ems to y He coming , prepare ye his fea t

s He , a god of tran cendent power ,

s . And I , his wor hipping priest

’ Methinks in ancestral ages I m dwelling ,

s le e n ded When in day of the g long ago ,

2 40 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

MY FOREFAT H ERS I NTRO D U C TO R Y TO S O N G S O F N A TU R E A N D LO V E

’ e s ON history s page their nam s do not hine ,

For humble and peaceful were they ,

ca n s ee e And yet I their long, long lin

Stretching back through the ages gray .

Ye s t h e - , here in ancient iron rich land They tilled their field s by the river-strand

And smelted the ore in their day .

Neither thralldom nor pomp could they understand ,

s But , dwelling each like a king in his hou e , ff They qua ed at their festal carouse .

’ s t They kis ed their sweethearts in spring ime s pride ,

As s hu bands their faith they revered ,

The king they honored and God they feared ,

s And calmly they died , sati fied .

’ fa th e rs l— in My grief, in temptation s hour ’ m s I strengthened by thought of you .

A s you could cherish your lowly dower,

s I will mile , though my goods be few . - When Pleasure beckoned with vine wreathed head , I thought of your fight for your scanty bread : Should I covet more than my due ! You revived my soul like a river-bath

e s Wh n I wearied of battling with lu t , And taught that my fles h I should rather di s tru s t th ’ Than e world and the Evil One s wrath . ERIK AXEL KARLFELDT 2 4 1

s e e s s o f I you in dreams , ye ire my race , And my soul becomes faint and afraid ; Like a plant I ’ ve been torn from my sprouting-place ’ And I feel that your cause I ve betrayed . ’ — I ll tell no w o f summer and harve s t time With a merry turn in the play of t h e rhy me ;

’ i s T s the task of a poet to ing . And should any poem of mine recall

’ Th e s s urge of the torm , the cataract s fall ,

Some thought with a manly ring , ’ s A lark s note , the glow o f the heath , o mehow ,

s Or the sigh of the woodland va t , You sang in s ilence through age s pa s t

That song by your cart and your plough .

DALECARLIA N M A RC H T R O O P O F DA L ECA R L I A N S R ETU R N H O M E F R O M ’ TH EI R S U M M E R S L A B O R)

M A C s ! R H to Tuna Town , lad

’ s s O er heath and hill ide brown , lad ,

March to Mora , lying

s Amid the mountain blue ,

we While pick and spade carry ,

s We ha te , and never tarry ,

s s To where great wood are ighing ,

And s t s . little weethear , too 2 42 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

is s How fine it , my brother , To journey with the others ;

s - O ur pocket , heavy laden ,

Clink time with merry cheer .

is The clarinet trilling ,

The fiddler, not unwilling , Bears gifts unto h is maiden

s - is Who e wedding day near .

You gloomy old curmudgeon , Don ’ t be in such a dudgeon ! Your beer will s our with keeping ; Pour out a flagon there !

- a n s Dame , let your sauce p putter With porridge and with butter ; ’ s s Here Jona from the reaping, And here is Singer Peer !

’ ’ 0 e Ye men the min rs region ,

Come join our marching legion ,

A s s y , join in our proce ion To Silj a Lake to-day !

Come and behold the land there , The churches on the strand there Like lilie s have their station

In shining white array .

Behold now field and pa s ture Arrayed in golden ve s ture !

2 44 ANTHO LO GY O F S WEDI SH LYRI CS

“ But the farmer s houted : Stop ! Can you fiddle ! then play up ! b - -b Scrape well and it will earn you a supper y and y .

With the first good fiddle -stroke

There were drums , and shots , and smoke , There were ranks of blue with muskets all agleam O h my !

’ A nd the farmer s aspect s hone ’ W s s ! ell , if that your wor t , go on As in my old re cruit-ye ars my blood runs warm and Spry !

But the s econd measure s ang A s i f sacred bell-notes rang - ’ — A soft birch scented anthem in God s hou s e oh my !

fi re - From the place , deeply stirred , ’ Then the good-wi fe s voice wa s heard

s s a . A fiddler such as that Shall have our fine t bed , y I

And when next his bow he drew ,

wa s s s fle w It fore t bird that , ’ — It was pair on pair that danced with lo ve r s j o y oh my !

Then up the daughter sprung,

’ On the stranger s neck she clung, ’ s s s h is And a pretty maiden kis e gave the fiddler reply .

But the farmer at the board Spoke again a gentle word “ s s — ! Come , take a gla ; I love a pretty tune oh my ERIK AXEL KARLFELDT 2 4 5

’ t h It S e same with Mother here . “ s h : And the y girl said I fear , ’ ’ e re Kind stranger , wh n you gone I can t do anything but

c ry .

He smiled upon the las s And h e took the brimming glass ’ — ! I m not the shabby fe llow that you thought oh nay ’ I m a right good organist , e A el v is t And my nam is p q ,

’ be e if I And I ll your promis d lover , pretty maiden ,

may . 2 46 ANTHOLO GY OF SWEDI SH LYRI CS

Per Ha s r om 1 8 6 6 ll t ,

INS PIR ATION

HO T with sorrow or with joy ,

Poet , be thy singing ;

’ Free as from the eye s deep well

s Sudden tear come springing .

Hot with s orrow or with joy

Joy comes rarely , poet , In s o pure a form that we

In our song may Show it .

’ Sorrow s hand avails thee more , Which in darkest hour

e - s Wak s thy heart string into song ,

Plucking there with power .

’ s Sorrow s hand avail thee more .

is Sight blurred by laughter .

e h e r Sorrow we ps , and in clasp

Holds the world thereafter .

All the depths of her own heart

Sorrow hath inspected . ’ She in others eyes may no w

s See her elf reflected .

2 48 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

' ’ H a ma r S o er ber 1 8 6 j l d g , 9

STIFLED M USIC B U N D N A TO NER

s ff THE faire t that we w ould o er,

e The d epest we would express ,

in s s ff We never ound may pro er ,

May never in words con fess .

Too fleeting is this for any

s s s To capture in book or tring ,

Too high to attract the many ,

This treasure of nameles s things .

’ t But deep in our soul is burning, It dwell s there our whole life long With dumb and impotent yearning

To be a poem , a song . O F S ANTHOLOGY WED I S H LYRI CS 2 49

S e G r a 1 8 1 t n nlund, 7

SNOW AT C H RISTM A S JU L S N o ov ER B YG D EN

WT I s s H E are the heaven . Thi Yuletide morning ,

s s ! White now fall , oh , how prettily

s Swan down and crystal it weaves , adorning

e a Tenderly land and s .

s s Gently it cover the foul , the ickly ,

s s Wrapping oft fold over mountain and dale , Motherly fingers conceal them quickly

s Under a hining veil .

- Snow of Yule on my home land sprinkling , - m I . Beautiful , white , welco e thee Childhood Yule-days with great hall s twinkling

Thou do s t reveal to me .

Now yet again as a boy I ’ m gazing t O ut , with my face to the pane held tigh , O ver the pine s I watch the mazing ’ W s hirl of the snowflake flight .

s t Boy cheeks are flaming with joy ec atic ,

s Yule tradition take li fe anew , Home is once more from bas e to attic

t o o Garni s hed and fe s tive . 2 5 0 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

Are there not step s that tap in the hall no w P Is not the brownie pattering near ! Is not the tree lit ! Ha s not the ball now Started its joyou s career !

i ie tl - s s Q y , swiftly the Yule night pas e .

a t s u s Sleigh s the teps await in line .

s s s s Heaven is on fire with parkling ma e ,

Brightly the torches shine .

— ’ O ff then to church mid the s leigh bell s glory Myriad candle s ! organ-notes long ! Life is as fair and rich a s a s tory

Woven of Starlight and song .

- Snow of Yule on my home land resting ,

s Long have I roamed the road of the year . ’ Now in the hall s of my youth I m gue s ting

Wet is my cheek with tears .

2 5 2 ANTHOLOGY O F SWED I SH LYRICS Two scarlet poppies now I take

wa s From where my blade plying .

Let one , my partner of the rake ,

Fade , on your bosom lying . For scythes are swung

And rakes are flung,

We too shall soon be dying . ANTHOLOGY o r S WEDIS H LYRI CS 2 5 3

Os ca r S t er ne 1 8 j , 7 3

S PRING— GRA SS

S - A SS is PRING GR like youth , it

Must forth , it must out . ’ T is warmth in the blood , it

Is a -flo o d courage , it

e Is strength for achievem nt , A faith abov e fact and

A hope above doubt . - Spring grass is like youth , it

Must forth , it must out .

- e Spring grass is lik youth , it

s s M u t out , it mu t forth ’ T will pass every barrier

And break through the earth . ’ i m T s the promise of orrow , And healing for sorrow ; ’ T is pain too that rages

m n Mid e south and north , And burn s out the ages

e O f mis ry , madness

And crime and unworth . - Spring grass is like youth , it

s . Must out , it mu t forth 2 5 4 ANTHO LOGY OF S WEDI SH LYRI CS

- is Spring grass like youth , it Will rul e before long ’ T e will rise , it will flam in

o Achievement and s ng . ’ T s will flourish , up pringing , - Till wreath like o ut flinging

It s t h e e arms , whol world it

e Embow rs , Wind-swayed and murmuring

s With seed and flower .

T H E LITTLE ONE S MILES WHILE we are still drowsing

In stillness complete , My we e one is rousing ! Good morning , my sweet

She ru s tles and flutters I n white little bed A twittering s h e utters

Like birds ov e rhe ad .

’ As yet s h e s but making The s oft chirping sound Which stirs in the waking

Green valleys around .

2 5 6 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDIS H LYRI CS

As day comes , adorning

s k it s The y with hue ,

e She smil s on the morning ,

O n life she smiles too .

Ah , when the snow flies , dear ,

When Autumn blows chill ,

s May ever thine eye , dear , See wonder there still !

To thee be it given ,

’ Whate er be thy dole ,

To smile up at heaven , Thou wakening s oul ! ANTHOLOGY OF S WED IS H LYRICS 2 5 7

’ - ’ G . Os s z . a n N zls s on 1 8 K , 7 5

A M A RC H FO R YO UT H

ON with the hosts that toil , and on with the young and strong U nder our banner of red , i f your heart will bear you

along .

Would you feel you are young , and would you fight to be

free ,

s s The e are the rank o f freedom , and young , ever young,

are we . While with s ong we march on and while we ru s h to the

stri fe ,

s Eager our eye behold the dawn of a fairer life .

t s t 0 We go forth like the Spring , which no hing can p or

s tay ,

s t h e - We have sunlight and ong, and faith in triumph day .

We go on to the fray , onward for freedom and right ,

s is What is too much for one , for many shoulder light ; Though the fortres s o f Wrong stand s like a rock on it s

base , t We s e t levers beneath and cast it down from i s place .

s s - s t Down it hall in the du t , the gray walled Ca tle of Guil , ’ Over it plough s s hall pas s and poor men s homes be built ; ’ s Down it mu t in the fight , and when the battle is o er ,

s Then will freedom be our , and Sweden be free once

more . 2 5 8 ANTHOLO GY O F S WEDI SH LYRICS

’ s We go forth to redeem our folk and our father land ,

’ Loosing O ppre s sion s chain that bind s them with many

a band ,

to rch th a t Kindling for them a , Truth may be clear to view ,

Seeking to shield their life from tyrant and savage too .

s is t s Thi land here our own , where idly o her men prawl ,

s t h e Thi is land we cleared , we settled and ploughed it all . ’ ! s O n to strive for our rights As sure as we re Swedi h men , ’ filch e d 11 I f they have our land , we conquer it back again .

BISMA RCK

HE stands there in h is glory

Exalted to the view ,

s A hero in a tory ,

s wa s The tory , though , true A man obeyed and idolized

we ca n And hated , yet But s a y : from s pur to helmet

A man .

Mou s taches grimly curling

He stands there stern of mood , H is fierce lips might be hurling “ Forth iron now or blood . The frown that gathers on his brow

Shows well what he is like , The fi s t is clenched and ready

To Strike .

2 6 0 ANTHOLOGY O F S WEDI S H LYRI CS But lonely hearths burned coldly

In France for that one stroke . Then languished a Napol eon

s s Within a Pru ian cage , Then fell the lofty hopes of

An age .

A wa s y , this not a fable The truth to all is plain That France indeed wa s Abel

wa s And he to France Cain . But Cain went not apart to Shun ’ s God wrathful countenance , He roughly rai s ed to heaven

His glance .

He s aid with harsh defiance “ ’ s In blood my meaning writ , ’ The German States alliance You French would fain have See cru s hed before Arminius Low lies a Roman troop ! Our pede s tal is founded ” By Krupp .

He s tand s there in h is glory

s With sword prepared for trife , Thi s ruthless man of story In day s of gentler life ; G SS — SS 2 K . . O IAN NIL ON 6 1 A man obeyed and idolized

c a n And hated , yet we But s ay : from Spur to helmet

A man .

Despite all Chri s tian preaching

s O f virtue more sublime , Despite the kindlier teaching

O f this our kindlier time , The ancient race of giant s las t s

s Down to the pre ent date , Is honored still with statue s

And hate . 2 6 2 ANTHOLO GY OF S WEDI S H LYRI CS

’ B er e G r z enber 1 8 8 t l p g , 7

DRINK

MY heart is rich a s a brimming c up

O f gold and of rubies fine , My he art is rich a s a brimming cup fi With ery sparkling win e .

The wine it foams with a lustrous glow , It shimme rs with purple gleam ;

The warm drops heave till they overflow , ’ o r And down e the edge they stream .

e t h e e For th e luxuriant clust rs bled ,

is For thee the goblet filled ,

s s e For thy ake the wine so we t , so red ,

- s In the gold Shining cup is pilled .

S o lift the cup in thy h and so White And drain it with eager smart !

’ Drink , drink of my seething youth s delight , Th e foaming mu s t of my heart !

YO UTH

U R - e e - O time is a strife tim , a battl time , ’ A s e riddle that ev r burning , A sowing-time of the springtide ’ s prime

e s a Wh n p in the veins is yearning .

2 64 ANTHOLOGY OF S WEDI S H LYRICS

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er s Os ter lzn 1 8 8 . And g , 4

MEETING OF PH A N TO MS

I I N a vision

s Saw my lo t sweetheart . F e a r le s s ly toward me

I saw her stray . S o pale ! I thought then ; She smiled her answer :

s My heart , my pirit

’ e I v kissed away .

I to the breeze s m Gave y life gladly ,

wa s s Soon it vani hed ,

Gone with a breath . If I have grieved you , Pardon the sorrow ;

s We are but phantom , ” Like now in death .

My voice I heard then

is That forgiven , I f unremembrance

Can pardon aught . Give me again but

Al : m ! heart , y Spirit , ANDERS OSTERLING 2 6 ;

You alon e found them ” O f all that sought .

Then I came nearer Give me them quickly !

is My road long , love , I cannot stay

She never heard me , She in the night s ang

e s All h art , all pirit

’ I ve kissed away .

I looked aside then ,

By memory tortured , Shrank back in terror ’ s Toward daylight door . I felt upon me

Those dark eyes resting , Eyes that too we ll knew

My he art b e fore .

’ Like wa nd r ing phantom s Meseemed we both were

A s s igh , a whi per, h And fled wa s s e . No more could either

Help now the other ,

s a w We but , grieving ,

e That it was w .

2 6 8 BI OGRAPHI CAL NOTES

w e re h e b e ca me a ro fes s o r h e e ft h is co untr a ft e t h e co n ues t h p , l y r q b Rus s a ent er ed th e Swed s ur c a nd wa s ma de a b s o in y i , i h Ch h , i h p 1 8 34 .

F OD N GUS A 1 8 — I T h e mo s t o w er fu a nd ma s t er o f 60 1 1 . R I G , T F, 9 p l ly r ecent S wed is o et s A n o b ect e r ea is t o f ea s a nt fe a s o not a b e h p . j iv l p li , l l in a ut o b o ra ica a nd ima na t e r cs w t a terna t e u mo and i g ph l g i iv ly i , i h l h r t ra ro n Ha d uni er s it t r a n n a nd wo r ed for a t me o n a news gi c i y . v y i i g k i m wn r m i t n I a er . Li ed a b o e ia n fe a nd bro e d o f o d s s a on i 8 8 p p v h li k i p i 9 , a ft r w t im i f s i wer e hi ch e h e never r eg ained h s o rmer a rti t c po .

G E G US 1 8 —1 8 h e r s t o et t o a wa en int er~ A . T EI JER, RIK T F , 7 3 4 7 fi p k ’ es t in Swed en s e e nd r s t He a nd Te ner w er e t h e c e u res of l g a y pa . g hi ffig - i a is o t ed t h e s a d G t i iet Pa tr o tic a nd a t t mes r e t c . A n o c ll e o h c So c y . i l i Sw dis s t ria n a nd r o f s s o f is t r e h hi o p e or h o y .

— mo s t co m a G S D D 1 8 6 1 1 . T h e ct ELLER TE T , ALBERT TEO OR, 3 9 4 p a n e i w ri A co mm s s o ner in t h e o er n d p g r a mma t i c o f S edi s h ly s t s . i i g v m ent .

G A N ND S EN 1 8 1 N a t ur e o et t ra ns at o a nd news a er R LU , T , 7 p , l r, p p dit r e o .

G N B 1 8 8 inn a ut o r o f s e era er RIPE BERG, ERTEL , 7 A F , h v l v y f r i m e Es t e t ic a nd m od ern s t c in t end s pir it ed a nd co l o r u l ly c vo l u s . h i i ’ n O a W d e s lla d R a din Ga ol Vis co unt n T ra s a t ed s c r i Ba e . . e cy . l l qf g A f By pro es s io n a priva t e t ea ch er .

H A S PER 1 8 6 6 M o s t fa m o u s fo r r o s e s to ries es s a s LL TROM , , p , y , ’ m e in mer a nflu enced b tzkon Li e d fo r a t i c . I a nd h is co medy Er o . v A i y

n s a nd r enc it er a t ur e Ch iefl d e a is t c in h is r ic er s e . E gli h F h l . y i l i ly v m H A N S S N O L A 1 8 6 0 cr t ic a nd na t u re o et o f rea t s at . O , , A i p g y p hy

H D NS A V N V ON 1 8 H cu t a t ed b s t u d a nd EI E T M , ER ER , 5 9 ig hly l iv y y r h e ea din i in f Sw d n w nn r o f t h e N ob e Pr iz e t a e . T l o et o e e e v l g l v g p , i l f w n e t f Lit r t r e in A n ima ina t i e r ea is t o r ea t o e a d d . o r e a u 1 9 I 6 . g v l g p r p h Ex r es s es t h e new a s ira t io n t o war d na tio na t in h is is t o r ica s t udies p p li y h l , i t r s t a a int e ro s e fi ct io n a nd r cs . A r . p , ly fi p

— f ewis fa mi c iefl fa mo us fo r S S N E NS 1 8 1 1 0 6 . O JO EPH O , R T , 5 9 J h ly, h y 8 8 h i eni s a s a int er We nt ins ane in 1 . s g u a p . 7 BI OGRAPHI CAL NOTES 2 6 9

K A F D E A X 1 8 6 . Th e mo s t wid e o u ar i in RL EL T , RIK EL , 4 ly p p l l v g t fie d f na t ur a nd ea s ant fe ar act r z e b s m poet in h e l o e p li . Ch e i d y i pl e

f e n a nd en a umo r . bra a n a nd s ecreta r of t h e Swed s e li g g i l h A li ri , y i h ad em A c y.

REN A N H N — h e e n K EL LG 1 1 1 . T ad s at r s t o f t h e , JOH E RIK , 7 5 79 5 l i g i i

G us ta via n Per o d a nd s ecr et a r t o th e n . i , y ki g

G NNA A b rn A M STEDT - T h b es t LENN REN M A o M L I x8 x . e , A RI ( ) , 7 5 5 7 w me ts n w is s no wn o f o n oe i S ed . u ti a t ed t h e a t ora s o cia s a t k p h C l v p l , l

ir e a nd d d a ct c o et r . , i i p y

A S — imi t ll e D K G A F F 1 8 . r e v L A 1 6 2 S a o K r n . o EOPOL , RL U T , 7 5 9 l g A g w w s atir a nd d id a ernment s ecr et a o s e o etr a s c ct c . ry , h p y i i

R I N S A 1 8 6 —1 f ew s ex t r a t ion t era rit i L EVE T O 2 0 6 . O c L r c c , C R , 9 J i h . i y e is t S o ws a m a n m t a s i in h is rics a nd no . e c o a nd s c r t v l h l h ly y i l p i ly , er w t ea t d e ca c f f r m t o g et h i h g r li y o o .

N R B ENG 1 —1 b ri a nt emot i n LI D E . o a o et t o u a t , T , 7 5 7 7 9 3 A lli l p , h g h t s tra ined in s t e Ha br e n n d a d u a ca r eer . t i mes ra h er yl . i f a h ppy

S N A D I s —1 fes s o r f st o r a t M A B EL 1 8 I 6 8 6 . P o o LM TROM , ER H R , 5 r hi y m n t i e nd n i A n i a a a te d er s t . Upsa l a . gi v lyr

— Po et a s we a s a t n f th e a rt He ce eb ra t ed O S A I I I 8 2 1 0 o o s . C R , 9 9 7 . ll p r l fl t na a or o f S wed en chi e y h e v l g l y .

- 8 h f s t f S S N G . 1 T e c e r e r e nt a e o t h e Se O S S A N N K . e I IL O , , 7 5 hi p iv w t w e t l s d s o e r so ros e t r a nd d ra ma s t . cia is t in S e i h p y. Al a p ri i

N D —1 8 W t T e ner t h e m s t o R N A L V 1 8 0 . o U EBERG , JOH U IG, 4 7 7 i h g p p s I h e r c h e wr o te mns d c o ems u a of e c o et s in Swed . n t l r pi p i h ly i hy , i ylli p , f n s h b t h e is c efl fa mo us f r h is nar at e a nd b a a d s . O n r o ll Fi i i h , hi y r iv

rics o n e ent s . in t h e wa r w t Rus s a . A t rst a news a e wr t e ly v i h i fi p p r i r, d d ra ma t t t en a t ea c er o et a n s . h h , p , i

D V — Th e reates t a cad emic o et a nd nov I K O I 8 2 8 1 8 . RY BERG , T R , 9 5 g p c s t Swed en h a s d W ot e is t or ca no e s a nd ber a -m nd ed li pro uced . r h i l v l li l i ’ ’ st udies of re io n r ans a t ed Go et e s Fa us t a nd s e e a of Po e s lig . T l h v r l i Hi i cs . s o na ics a r e ma n nob e a nd c a ss c in s ent ment lyr r g i l lyr i ly l l i i , b ut inc de a so e m s Ea st nd t m s t c l u l v ry ch ar i ng r ea li t ic poems . rne a o p i i i 2 70 BIO G RAPHI CAL N OTES

i na is t t n a s c o a b r fes s i in t one . r s t a o ur e r o o n h e und er t o o F j l , h h l y p , k ie n e d s s tud s in ma y fi l . — S EHL ST EDT E A S I 8 0 8 I 8 . ea s a nt a nd w ims ica na tu r e o et , LI , 74 A pl h l p .

I — n b ma n of is S NO I L S KY CA I 8 I 0 . o e Po d es cent . I ntr o , RL , 4 9 3 A l l h d u ced id ers o na ex res s io n into t h e o e tr o f h is t m B e in n viv p l p p y i e . g ni g a s a n e icur ea n es e cia a o er o f I ta h e c a n ed t o r ea s tic a nd p , p lly l v ly, h g li d m t i n f i na tio na t emes . o a s t a d c ie bra r ia n l h A ipl h l .

T G NEL I U S AN 1 —1 8 i s m ~ S A E 2 . o o ic id ea is t s o e , RIK JOH , 7 9 3 3 A ph l ph l w a t a in t o S e e h k h ll y .

ST ERNE O S A 1 8 o et o f na t ure a nd o f c i d ife wh o is J , C R, 7 3 A p h l l r is ing r a pid ly in p o p u l a rity .

V S I 8 1 — 1 8 P n-n S A ND K A 8 . e a me T a is TR BERG, RL ILHELM AUGU T, 7 7 l i t i et lis o r o us r o ma ntic a nd tr o c o . Qva . A vig pa p

—1 A n x tr m ma r d nd S ND S I 8 1 2 . e e e e a m a n TRI BERG , AUGU T, 4 9 9 ly k y s ided enius o u nd er o f t h e mo dern r ea is tic s c o o in Swed en Se ie n g . F l h l . s t s t n b a ll dr a ma t s t Vio ent f l t i ess a is t no e i a d a o e . o t en u nb a , y , v l , v i l , m d a i it a n x is t s e ns o f fo r m a nd ea Hi m a ee a n w e u e e b ut . s s a ; g , h q i y ll o u me o f rics is c a ra ct e ris t ica di er s e a s t o s u b ect ru nnin fro m v l ly h lly v j , g s His ife is t oo co m ex in its int r es t na t ur e t o r e vo l utiona ry t o pic . l pl e t o b e epito mi z ed .

’ H A L M A R I 8 6 N o e ist d ra ma t is t a nd critic V e S D . r O ERBERG , J , 9 v l , , y

h ie w Pa rt r a is t a rt a n es t et e . a d a nced in is s . a e v v ly l , p ly h

- His l ri s h ve TA V A STST ERNA K A R S 1 8 60 1 8 . A in n . c a J , L AUGU T, 99 F y f r A n a rc it ect b r o es s ion. a d eep and m e la nc h o ly g a ce . h y p

E SA IA S I 8 —1 8 6 T h m s t wid e n wn of w dis ts T EG N R E 2 . e o o S e oe , , 7 4 ly k h p ' ’ f r it/zz r S a a t h e m s t o u ar o f u ts id e o f Swede n . u t o r o F o o o A h f g , p p l w fl in e t d in th e nd a r a s t o f h is co u ntr S edis e ics . Chic t r es e e e h p y l g y p y,

b ut er di ers e in h is r c t emes . B t ur n s wit t id ea is t c a nd v y v ly i h y y, l i , bis fesso r na a o . ma ntic . r o r o A p , fi lly h p

T I G ERSCHIOL D HU G O 1 8 6o O ne o f t h e mo r e co ns er a t e i in , , v iv l v g

Winner of th e c ief cad em r iz e for o ne o f h is o um es . po et s . h A y p v l

- m s t insome a nd i m. Th e o w S ZA A A S 1 8 1 8 1 8 8 . F TOPELIU , K RI , 9 A r

GENERA L N OTES

PRONUNCI A TIO N

“ LO N G FELLOW justly des cribes th e Swedis h language as bei ng soft ” and m s ca t an a n h w an S c c Th e f w u cc t e t e o t . i l , wi h e lik l l d o h ollo ing incompl ete table is des igned to aid th e genera l rea der in pro nouncin o nam s g pr per e .

' a e and z are onounc d a s in Lat n or G e ma , , pr e i r n

a a in at like f her .

a in fa m e like e .

i ee in s n like ee .

0 is l 00 in b om ike lo .

a is a s u un n wn in u a n s but Il l in S co tc o nd k o reg l r E gli h , like h

’ diale e I is f m h s d ét : . . u . t 00 w th t e s mo e . g , g id or ed like i lip re pur

It is us t b t Sw s 0 and j e ween edi h y .

i r n G man s c 11 ii . y like F e h , er a is in like a h ope . a and 5 are like s imil a r l etters in Germ an

5 th e s am a s Swe d s e i h e . n in a like Fre c h ea fleur . A ll of thes e vowel s ma y b e eith er long o r s hort .

Th e c hief differ ences of th e consonants from E nglis h are

' ’

b fo e z a and b is o ur c nsona nta e . . G ei g e re , , y , , like o l y ; g ,

er Yei er j y .

a ns j is a lw y s like our co onanta l y . ’ ' ' C b f is ur e Kell ren h ail r ain . I e z a o o ( 12 . . e ore , , y , , , like ; g , g g

= Sh air na is our e . . St erne . t like g , j y

v and w ar e a both c s n n to o ur 0 . like , orre po di g

Th e second ary a ccent and th e oth er peculiar it i es of Swedis h are too difli cult to be t ate e re d h re . 2 74 GENERAL NOTES

TE X TUA L N OTES

Pa e: 8 . g 37 , 3

At ka r a nd Embla . Th e da m a nd Eve of O ld N o r s e m t o A y h l ogy .

a 8 P g e 3 .

imer Th e a nt wh o ua r d d t h in M . e e s r w g i g p g o f i s do m .

Pa e g 5 9 .

S a dels O ne o f th e ea d n n . l i g g enera l s of t h e Finnis h a r my in t h e war wit Russ a 1 8 8— 0 . h i , 9

a P g e 79 .

La o. b a tt e in w ic t h e nns d efea ted t h e in a d n Russ a ns pp A l h h Fi v i g i , 8 Uttis ma lm in in a n H e u 1 1 8 0 . . s o d . er G us ta I I I d efea t ed J ly 4, Al F l f ' ' Wzllnza nrtr a nd a r U m l t h e R s s a ns in 1 8 . N e t tis a m in s t u i 7 9 . o u h ea s ter n in a nd Her e t h e nns a nd Sw d wer F l . Fi e es e b eat en by t h e Rus s i a ns in 1 1 74 .

Pag e 8 8 .

S v ea b r s u o s ed m re na b e for tr es s o n th e G u f o f in a nd o g . A pp ly i p g l l F l

n s tr a nd. a t r ot c s no whi ch s ur r end er ed t o t h e Rus si a s . A p i i y m m f w en y o r S ed .

Pag e I 3I

’ M a enta nd a r er a W er e ctor ies wer e won in t h e I ta a n wa r g a C p . h vi li Th a tt er wa s wo n b Ga r b a d to w om o s s b o f nd e end ence . e i p l y i l i , h p i ly “ S no ils k r efers o n a e 1 2 s ta nz a a s m on. y p g 3 , 5 , y li

a 1 P g e 45 .

Ki r ik Er X IV s o n of G us taf Va s a wa s th e mo st r o ma nt c of n E . g ik , , i H wa s a et a s t or fo r t h e and o f M a r ueen Swed s n s . e o u Q i h ki g p , i h y of S cot s a nd a a s s o nat e d e ot ee o f t h e s ex in ener a . T h e a ies t , p i v g l h pp ff I t h nd of h is ma n o e a a ir s wa s t at wit K a r n a eas ant r . n e e y l v h h i , p g i l

Eri wa s d et roned a nd mur der ed in r s o n 1 . k h p i , 5 7 7

Pa e I 8 8 g .

l l Th N or s e t ro is ro er a o a t s o me a nd l e O d M ounta in Tr o l. e ll p p ly l h a n o r t in in th e m unta ins c r iv o us gian liv g o .

I N D EX OF TITLES

- ’ a r co a B urne r s So n T h e . A Ber ma n 2 . DA G I O . C , g , 4 7 h l

Heidens ta m Gei er . ne b t h e La e . 7 Al o y k , j , 4 b m o r us o f t h e W nd s Atter o , I 7 6 . Ch i ,

2 . n e o f D ea t Th e r o m . A g l h ( ) , F 5 h r odin t Lie utena nt T e . P Wa llin . C , , , 33 i y g Aphrodit e a nd t h e K nife 1 8 3. ’ l l 1 o ncer nin M o b er s Par a d e G S noi r . r nde r . i y , 33 C g ll g ’

ll o o or a Ro man s G r a e . A rt of S u cce ed n T h e . Ke t i g , C rp l v l ma Be l n . r en 1 8 . g , , 4

f i 0 . rt s t Th e . Le ver t n 2 2 A i , , Ka r l b r D A A A N M a r c . A t t h e End o f P a . Gr i en e l y p g , LEC RLI h ldt e 2 1 . 2 6 3. f , 4 b h T h W Hei D a nce t e Ro a d s de e . n f th e a . A t t h e E d o y y i ,

t m 1 . dens a , 7 3 idens ta m 1 6 D a . He 8 . y, A , Heiden B A N i dr e n T h e . R d D o e o fT o u t T h e . THI G Ch l , y v h gh , m b s ta 1 6 . er 1 02 . g , , 4 ' f m s f a r l t 6 . i . K i d 2 Le ver tzn 2 I 8 . D rea a nd L e e B ea t r ce . i , lf , 3 “ m m D e r e ms in Ha d es odin . B e o d t s D rea r co r a . P 2 0 h l , hi g , 4 r n Gr i enber 6 eth Pr odin 2 0 1 . D . 2 2 . g , i k p g , i s B en en ut o e ini. Sno l k I . v C ll y, 44 b r Rune e 6 . D SS noils k n . W B es id e a S r E . S 1 . p i g g , 7 EL EI y , 37 ' d M S tr nd s e Te ner . a na e et h o d T h e . i B ir d s of Pa s a . Es g g , 35 pl ,

B r d s o n a T e e r a W r e . ber 1 2 . i l g ph i g , 5 l l e r Te ne . Snoi s 1 . Et erna T h . y , 4 3 l , g , 39 - il r Bis ma c . Ot t ia n N s on 2 8 . r k , 5 w k F ner m e . Te B a c S a ns . S noils 1 2 . A W t o L r l k y , 4 RE ELL y y g , ' Wz r B oo s a nd Lo . r n 1 . e e . k v , 4 9 44 h n tt r b m 1 n e i i a 5 S o . A e o . B o a d h is P a t in s T . e c y l y h g , F l g , 5 Len r w- i z ns s ta m ll t e . Heiden n en 2 1 . e o g , F Ci , B r a G h e 6 I u o f us taf Fro din T . 1 i l g , w — m a r l Heident ta m 1 1 o er So n s ro . K , 7 . Fl g , F ldt e 2 . f , 39 A N dber e ro und a nd Ba c r o nd A R . 2 2 . o r u . C A . 1 2 2 T T y g , [ F g kg dt a st e a nd ot t a Lenn r en G l r s te I 2 . e . e le C l C g g , , 7 “ e /uo 1 Tived a n Th e e o Th . ore f n . o res t o C ll , f p , 5 4 F ( ) , t m a n . Heidens a m 1 . C a e . Fr a z en r m 0 n 2 . o h p g , 3 F , 7 2 7 8 I ND EX OF TITLES

“ w - o n s a r l I ma ined Ha ines s a r r o m o er S . K . K eldt F Fl g g pp lf , ldt 2 1 e 2 . . f , 39 3 “ ns Ha lls tr om r m d s n i m s I ira t on . I r a . o a d E 2 6 . F yll p g p i , 4 b r In t h e Elk S eas o n Ka r l ldt Rune e 1 . . e g , 7 f ,

r m n s H me Ha m 2 2 . F o S o g o f o . 3 “ ’ I nt ro d u t S a s t a ra s s on 2 1 . ct o n o , 5 i p “ D ea t . Lidne r ro m h e e o f D ea t . T n 0. F A g l h h , 3

Intro d o So n S noils k . utfi r . 1 0 y g y , 3 “ n o mi Hei m T h r es t fTived e n I cat o n a nd Pro s e . Fro e Fo o . v i eid nr ta m dens ta m 1 6 H e I 6 . 0 . , 7 , “ ll t t m T o u t in o n li s o a t on. e er s ed 1 2 8 ro s L e I G . F h g h l i , ” s eide s ta m I I t a ca Lev‘ er tin H n 6 8 . 2 2 . ne s . . , h , 3

N il K Er S no s k 1 . G A N T h e . Te ner . I T, g , 37 . I G ik y , 4 5 ir f is se Te er G o t h o tt a e T h e u K s . n 6 . e . R ne l C g , g , 3 ber 6 g , 3. w LA u b 8 G ra nt t a t e die R ne er 0 . o un . . h y g UGHTER g , l Heidens ta m Le a c Leo o d . I 6 . . 2 , 5 g y , A p , 7 - Lit e e r odin I . t o o nn . F l J J h y g , 9 3 - ius HA Y N l Lit t e M a ia To l . For s s un . e A . d 2 1 . M KI G , 5 l p , 9 7 ’ H w S t er ne ea rt s o e h lm Lit t e O ne S es Th e . r T e . A v is t m Fl , q , l il , j ,

5 4 2 5 4 .

is t L n d 1 Ho t h o in . R ber 1 0 . Os ca r I 1 . e a . I 2 Fl g , 5 g g y g , - Heid s t e s r odin 1 8 6 . Ho me . L m o o n . P en a 1 . , 7 7 v g , A g , Ho me- Pr d co m n . o in 1 0. i g g , 9 ’ Ho me— a n i N L W rd to a Wo ~ d . He dens ta 0 A S a st o m 1 6 . M l , H s e- o u b b n Heidens ta m 1 6 . G o n T h e R d er ma . li , . y g , , A , 3

1 1 . M a r c . Ge er . 4 h , A ij , 4 9 ’ ' Ho w ea s i Om a n M en s ee s ar e M a r c for Yo ut . ly Ch k h h , A ” Hot w t W iden s n r a t . lr o He Ni 2 . i h h , 5 7 s ta m 1 Or ter lin . M eet in ofP a nto ms . , 7 9 g h g , H mn W . enn r b 8 e er 8 . 2 6 . y g , 4 H mn t o t h H r . M n tt e . e e 0 e a r es t o o . M none G y v ig y , 5 K r el l a dt W h e To e ius . f 2 8 . M a T . l , 3 ilky y, p , 94 l M s ud ed idd er T h e . Ka r i j g F l , D A S M d Rea i a n Pr odin t ' s m . ld 2 I E LI l g , fi , 4 3

1 1 . Lev er tin 2 2 . M o n ca . 9 i , 5

Id s a nd E i r m s e ms Wir s en 1 0. a r om . M oo nb a . yll p g , F , 5

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