--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
The Hill-King rode to Sir Hakon's hold;
--Oh, sad are my days and dreary--
Little Kirsten sat combing her locks of gold.
--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
The Hill-King wedded the maiden fair;
--Oh, sad are my days and dreary--
A silvern girdle she ever must wear.
--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
The Hill-King wedded the lily-wand,
--Oh, sad are my days and dreary--
With fifteen gold rings on either hand.
--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
Three summers passed, and there passed full five;
--Oh, sad are my days and dreary--
In the hill little Kirsten was buried alive.
--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
Five summers passed, and there passed full nine;
--Oh, sad are my days and dreary--
Little Kirsten ne'er saw the glad sunshine.
--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
In the dale there are flowers and the birds' blithe song;
--Oh, sad are my days and dreary--
In the hill there is gold and the night is long.
--I am waiting for thee, I am weary.--
[She rises and crosses the room.
How oft in the gloaming would Gudmund sing
This song in may father's hall.
There was somewhat in it--some strange, sad thing
That took my heart in thrall;
Though I scarce understood, I could ne'er forget--
And the words and the thoughts they haunt me yet.
[Stops horror-struck.
Rings of red gold! And a belt beside--!
'Twas with gold the Hill-King wedded his bride!
[In despair; sinks down on a bench beside the table on
the left.
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