Up, up, ye peasants, he has fallen, But he who felled him is living! Have you not known me? Bergliot, Daughter of Haakon from Hjörungavaag;-- Now I am Tambarskelve's widow. To you I appeal, peasant-warriors: My aged husband has fallen. See, see, here is blood on his blanching hair, Your heads shall it be on forever, For cold it becomes, while vain is your vengeance. Up, up, warriors, your chieftain has fallen, Your honor, your father, the joy of your children, Legend of all the valley, hero of all the land,-- Here he has fallen, will you not avenge him? Murdered with malice within the king's hall, The ting-hall, the hall of the law, thus murdered, Murdered by him whom the law holds highest,-- From heaven will lightning fall on the land, If thus left unpurged by the flames of vengeance. Launch the long-ships from land Einar's nine long-ships are lying here, Let them hasten vengeance on Harald! If he stood here, Haakon Ivarson, If he stood here on the hill, my kinsman, The fjord should not save the slayer of Einar, And I should not seek you cowards who flinch! Oh, peasants, hear me, my husband has fallen, The high-seat of my thoughts through years half a hundred! Overthrown it now is, and by its right side, Our only son fell, oh, all our future! All is now empty between my two arms; Can I ever again lift them up in prayer? Or whither on earth shall I betake me? If I go and stay in the places of strangers,-- I shall long for those where we lived together. But if I betake me thither,-- Ah, them, themselves I shall miss. Odin in Valhall I dare not beseech; For him I forsook in days of childhood. But the great new God in Gimle?-- All that I had He has taken! Vengeance? Who speaks of vengeance? Can vengeance the dead awaken, Or cover me warm from the cold? Find I in it a widow's seat sheltered, Solace to cheer a childless mother? Away with your vengeance! Let me alone! Lay him on the wagon, him and our son! Come, we will follow them home. That God in Gimle, new and fearful, who all has taken, Let Him now also take vengeance! Well He knows how! Drive slowly! For so drove Einar always; --Soon enough we shall come home. The dogs to-day will not greet us gladly, But drearily howl with drooping tails. And lifting their heads the horses will listen; Neighing they stand, the stable-door watching, Eindride's voice awaiting. In vain for his voice will they hearken, Nor hears the hall the step of Einar, That called before him for all to arise and stand, For now came their chieftain. Too large the house is; I will lock it; Workmen, servants send away; Sell the cattle and the horses, Move far hence and live alone. Drive slowly! --Soon enough we shall come home. TO MY WIFE (WITH A SET OF ROMAN PEARLS) (See Note 12)