ppen'd neath a linden green
He was from woe releas'd;
Then straightway fled all fear and dread,
So well they all were pleas'd.

"Hear, thou beloved Ellenlile,
Consent my wife to be,
And all the gold in England's isle
I will bestow on thee.

"When I was little, Death from me
My mother took away;
My step-dame drove me forth, and I
Became a Trold so gray.

"I'll give thy husband gifts of price
And titles fair beside;
In verity, thou yeoman's dame,
Thou wilt become my bride."

"Thou noble knight, we'll thank the Lord
From woe who set us free,
If thou wilt wed some fair young maid
You both may live in glee."

"If thee I can't in marriage get
I'll have thy daughter bright,
And all thy benefits to me
By crowning her requite.

"Thanks, Ellen, thanks, thou woman wise,
To praise thee I'll not cease;
If I may not thy love obtain
I'll leave thee here in peace."

Now builds the yeoman on his isle,
And no one him offends;
His daughter bears old England's crown,
And happy days she spends.

Now Ellen has, the yeoman's wife,
Escap'd from care and harm;
She's mother to a Queen, who sleeps
Within a Monarch's arm.

Who bore him first a daughter fine,
And then a blooming heir;
They thank'd the Lord on every side
For all their fortune fair.

The daughter now of Ellenlile
Of England has the sway;
And Ellen with her yeoman lives,
Each other's equals they.

URANIENBORG.

_From Heiberg_.

Thou who the strand dost wander,
Thy steps, O traveller, stay!
Turn to the island yonder,
And listen to my lay.
Thy every meditation
Bid hither, hither stray:
On yonder banks its station
Had once a Castelaye.

In long past days in glory
It stood, and grandeur sheen
Now 'twas so transitory
Its ruins scarce are seen.
But in old days I warrant
Its equal was not found;
From every side apparent
High tower'd it from the ground.

For no sea-king intended
I ween was yonder hold;
Urania, it ascended
In praise of thee so bold.
Close by the ocean roaring,
Far, far from mortal jars,
It stood tow'rds heaven soaring,
And tow'rds the little stars.

A gate in the wall eastward,
Display'd its mighty mouth;
There was another westward,
And spires stood north and south.
The dome itself, high rearing,
A slender spirelet bore,
Upon it, ever veering,
A Pegasus gilt o'er.

Towers