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~ Historical & Classical Poetry ~
Njord and Skade
Njord hated Thrym-heim as she did Noatun, and with
heavy heart he sang:
I am weary of the mountains,
The barren plains and lone,
And dismal chasms of the winds
Where fettered demons groan;
I am weary of the forests
And the wolves that howl by night,
For I love the singing of the swans
Upon the ocean bright,
The flash of oars on boundless seas
And billows plunging white.
In the kingdom of Njord did Skade sing:
O never mine eyes are closed in sleep
On my lonesome couch by the sea,
For the clamour the restless seagulls keep
Is weary and strange to me.
I pine for my mountains free, and the woods,
For the snow-clad plains and the chase;
And I hate the cold-lipped shore that broods
In the shifting sea's embrace.
So Skade parted with Njord and went
towards her ancient home, from which she never returned.
Excerpt from:
TEUTONIC MYTH AND LEGEND, by Donald A. Mackenzie (1873-1936)
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