Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Deep the electric current lies,
Till, by some strong passion bidden,
Forth the shattering levin flies !
So in manly heart, though breathing
Scarce 'neath mountain-weight of woe,
Boils a flood that yet with seething
Lava-tides may overflow !
'Twixt the midnight and the dawning,
Melleff heard the cry of fear
Mingled with the deathly groaning,
Tramp of steed and clash of spear.
'Was it thine, that shriek despairing,
Sheltering angel of my life ?'
Headlong then, like lion glaring,
Rushed he toward the sound of strife.
But too late ! amain they're flying
Through the moonlight with their prize −
Nought he meets save dead and dying,
And old Gerda with her cries.
