"She cursed me! her hand to my bosom she press'd; "Death follow'd the touch, and now freezes my breast! and said, "To your lady now ride;" "She cursed me, the lips of my bride.". "Now riddle me, Oluf, and what shall I say, "When here comes the lady, so fair and so gay?”— -"Oh! say, I am gone for awhile to the wood, "To prove if my hounds and my coursers are good.". Scarce dead was Sir Oluf, and scarce shone the day, And in came her father, and in came each guest, They drank the red wine, and they ate the good cheer; -"Oh! where is Sir Oluf! oh, where is my dear?"-"Sir Oluf is gone for awhile to the wood, if his hounds and his coursers are good." Sore trembled the lady, so fair and so gay; WITH gentle murmur flow'd the tide, The Water-Fiend's malignant eye -"Oh! mother! mother! now advise, How I may yonder maid surprise: "Oh! mother! mother! now explain, "How I may yonder maid obtain.” The witch she gave him armour white; The Water-King then swift he went ; And paced the churchyard three times four. His courser to the door bound he, And paced the churchyard four times three; The priest said, as the knight drew near, -"And wherefore comes the white chief here?"— The lovely maid she smiled aside; "Oh! would I were the white chief's bride!" He stepp'd o'er benches one and two; Then sweetly smiled the lovely maid ; The priest their hands together joins ; Oh! had some spirit deign'd to sing, The maid had fear and hate confess'd, But nothing giving cause to think How near she stray'd to danger's brink, -"Ascend this steed with me, my dear! "We needs must cross the streamlet here: "Ride boldly in; it is not deep; "The winds are hush'd, the billows sleep." Thus spoke the Water-King. The maid 66 Stop! stop! my love! The waters blue E'en now my shrinking foot bedew."-"Oh! lay aside your fears, sweet heart! "We now have reach'd the deepest part."— Stop! stop! my love! For now I see "The waters rise above my knee." "Oh! lay aside your fears, sweet heart! "We now have reach'd the deepest part." -"Stop! stop! for God's sake, stop! for oh! "The waters o'er my bosom flow!" Scarce was the word pronounced, when knight And courser vanish'd from her sight. She shrieks, but shrieks in vain; for high |