Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-10-18
Miscellaneous Reading.
zHoRALF AND sYNEoE

ANoRsE iDYI, NJ HJALMAR HJoRTH BoYEsEN.
o HAVE you been In Gudbrands-Dale, where Lag
ems mighty flood
Chants eyermore its stirring strain unto the listen
Ana have you seen the evening sun on those bright
When vailsyward II shoots and darts like shafts
from elan bowi
Have you beheid the maidens. when the saeter'
with the ribbons in their sunny hair and the milk
And have you heard the Addles, when they strike
the lusty dancef
Then You have heard Of synnov Houg, and Of
myself perchance.
For synnov Houg is issome as the timber willow
spray,
And when you think you hold her fast, and she
is yours for ave,
Then Ike the airy blowball that dances DER the
She gently through your fingers slips, and lightly
Then It was last st Johns Eye--I remember a an
we'll ~ w
And we had lit a bonfire in a grass-grown little
And all the lads and maidens were seated in
ring,
And some were telling stories, while the rest were
listening.
TIN up sprang little synnov, and she sang stave
As the skylark's earliest greeting in the morning
OF the year;
And II hardly knew myself, but up they saw me
dart, ~
For every note Of synnov's stave went straight
unto my heart.
And like the rushing currents, that from the
glaciers flow Wv
And down into the sunny bays their icy waters
throw,
So streamed my heavy bass.notes through the for.
osts far and wide,
And synnov's treble rocked like a feather on the
tide.
And little synnov," sang I, "thou art good and
And little Th9rali," sang she, 'Of what you say
my fairest synnov," quoth "my heart was ever
Ny homestead gI1 Ian! and my gOodly rm, my herds of
70 rhoralf, dearest Thoralf, II that your meaning
If your big heart can hold such little thing as
Then-I shall truly tell you If e'er want man.
And-you are free to catch me, handsome Thoraf--
II you can"
And down the hillside ran she where the tangled
thicket weaves
clo:ely lattlced bower with it's INTERVIEWING
And through the coppce skipped She light-footed
And will. her merry laughter rang the forests far
And whenever l beheld little synnov oil that
She fed from my sight as from hunters shaft the
lay awake full half the nights and knew not what
For lovedlittle synnov so tenderly and true.
Then It was summer even up in the birchen glen,
sat listening to the cuckoo and the twitter Of the
wren,
And suddenly above me rang out silver voice:
IL rose above the twittering birds and DER the
rivers noise.
There Eat my little love- where the rocks had
And the crimson-tipped howerets grew all around
her feet,
And on her tiny locks clung tiny ropuisb hood
Its edge was made of swans down, but the cloth
was red as blood.
And noseessly behind her had stolen through
the copse;
1 cursed the restless birch.trees when they waved
their rustng tops.
Full merrily my heart beat then forth leapt in
haste,
And flung slender birch. bough around the maid.
ems waist.
She blushed and she nuttered, then turned away
But straight into my sturdy arms caught the little
Iput her gently down in the heather at my side,
Where crimson-tpped 1owerets the rocky ledges
And as the .prlsoned birding, when he knows his
Pours forth his silver-toned voice. and naught his
mirth can quell
So little Synnov, striving in vain my hold to fee
Turned quick on me her roguish eyes and laughed
full heartily.
MY little Synnov," said I, ''if remember right,
II was something that you promised me year ago
tonight"
Then straight she stayed her laughter, and full
serious she grew,
And whispered: Little Thoralf Won nromised |
something too"
*The saeter is the region in the highlands where
the Norwegian peasants spend the greater part of
the summer pasturing their cattle.
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