quickly a fire on the open field make.

“Do ye cut down the oak and the bonny ash-tree,
That the fire by them fed may burn brilliant and free.”

Dame Ingeborg forth from the house they convey’d,
And they burnt her to dust on the fire they had made.

Sir Volmor came home from the red field of strife,
Then tidings assailed him, with dolour so rife.

Then tidings assailed him, with dolour so rife,
Burnt, burnt was his mother, and flown was his wife.

He bade for proud Lyborg of red gold a store,
But he could the lily obtain nevermore.

THE FAITHFUL KING OF THULE

A king so true and steady
   In Thule lived of old;
To him his dying lady
   A goblet gave of gold.

He drank thereout so often,
   For all his love it gained;
To tears his eyes would soften
   Whene’er its juice he drained.

When death drew nigh, his spirit
   His riches o’er he told
To him who should inherit—
   But not that cup of gold.

By all his knights surrounded
   One day he sat at dine,
In hall of fortress, founded
   By ocean’s roaring brine.

The ancient hero rallies
   With one more draught his blood,
Then casts the sacred chalice
   Below him in the flood.

Deep, deep within the billows
   He watched it as it sank;
Then, sinking on his pillows,
   No drop more e’er he drank.

THE FAIRIES’ SONG

Balmy the evening air,
   Nature, how bright the hue!
But, though the bloom is fair
   The sense with sweets to woo,
Love, Music, Mirth, Oh give!
   On these we Fairies live!

The glow-worm’s amorous lamp
   Recalls her wandering mate;
Their revel in the swamp
   Outshines the halls of State.
Then, Spirits, hither fly,
   And match their revelry!

The Bat is on the wing,
   And Gnats, what reels they run!
In wide or narrow ring,
   An atmosphere of fun.
Then let us to the dance,
   And feet like midges glance!

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London
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.

***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VERNER RAVEN; THE COUNT OF VENDEL'S DAUGHTER***