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POEMS.


    Wailed low through the valley
    Like moanings of death,
    Then smote, in its fury,
    The fir-tree that bowed,
    And snapped like a bow-string, −
    The wolves howled aloud.
    So my stay was not long —
Nine nights and no more — though my love was so strong !

    Clouds burst on the summit,
    And down its washed side
    The avalanche thundered.
    The hollows replied.
    Then prayed I fair Skathi
    To fly, the tenth morn,
    With me to the sea-shore
    Whereon I was born !
    Thus my stay was not long —
Nine nights and no more — though my love was so strong !