st,
Da det straalte paa Jorden, When the North was uplighted,
Da Osten var i Norden, And with earth heav'n united,
Giver Glimt tilbage!" A glimpse back cast."

Skyen suser, The clouds are bustling,
Natten bryser, The night blasts rustling,
Gravhoien sukker, Sighs are breaking,
Rosen sig lukker. From grave-hills quaking,
De sig mode, de sig mode, The regions were under
De forklarede Hoie, Thunder.
Kampfarvede, rode, Of the mighty and daring,
Med Stjerneglands i Oie. The ghosts there muster,
Stains of war bearing,
In their eye star lustre.

"I, som rave iblinde, "Ye who blind are straying,
Skal finde And praying,
Et aeldgammelt Minde, Shall an ag'd relic meet,
Der skal komme og svinde! Which shall come and shall fleet,
Dets gyldne Sider Its red sides golden,
Skal Praeget baere, The stamp displaying
Afaeldste Tider. Of the times most olden.

Af det kan I laere, That shall give ye a notion
Med andagtsfuld AEre To hold in devotion
I vor Gave belonne! Our gift, is your duty!
Det skjonneste Skjonne, A maiden, of beauty
En Mo Most rare.
Skal Helligdommen finde!" Shall find the token!"

Saa sjunge de og svinde, They vanished; this spoken
Lufttonerne doe. Their tones die in air.

Hrymfaxe, den sorte, Black Hrymfax, weary,
Puster og dukker Panteth and bloweth,
Og i Havet sig begraver; And in sea himself burieth;
Morgenens Porte Belling, cheery,
Delling oplukker, Morn's gates ope throweth;
Og Skinfaxe traver Forth Skinfax hurrieth,
I straalende Lue On heaven's bridge prancing,
Paa Himmelens Bue. And with lustre glancing.

Og Fuglene synge; The little birds quaver,
Dugperler bade Pearls from night's weeping;
Blomsterblade, The flowers are steeping
Som Vindene gynge; In the winds which waver;
Og med svaevende Fjed To the mea