ALFHILD.
Den fagre ridder! Han vil føre mig hjem!
Nu fatter jeg al den urolige lyst,
som længe har knuget og tynget mit bryst!
Mangen kveld har vi siddet ved striden elv,
du sang om kongens datter, som var hekset i fjeldet!
Kongens datter, min fader! det er jeg selv;
men han, den fagre ridder! har trolden fældet! –
Nu er jeg fri, jeg véd, hvad jeg vil,
jeg vil udad i livets brogede spil!
Hans ord var sang! Det var, som gav han mig vinger;
ingen, ingen magt nu mere mig binder og tvinger!
ALFHILD.
The fair knight! He will carry me home!
Now first do I grasp all the restless desire,
That long has been smouldering in me like fire!
We often have sat, as the river rushed by,
While you sang of the princess enthralled in the hill!
The princess, my father! the princess am I;
But he, the fair knight, bent the troll to his will!--
And now I am free to do what I may;
I will hence into life and its motley affray!
His words were like song! I am free as the wind;
No power can stay me or hold me behind!
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