KAARE <br />What wakens the billows, while sleeps the wind? <br />What looms in the west released? <br />What kindles the stars, ere day's declined, <br />Like fires for death's dark feast? <br /> <br />ALL <br />God aid thee here, our earl, <br />God aid thee here, our earl, <br />It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney. <br /> <br />KAARE <br />What drives the fierce dragon to ride the foam, <br />While billows with blood are red? <br />The sea-fowl are shrieking, they seek their home, <br />And hover around my head. <br /> <br />ALL <br />God aid thee here, our earl, <br />God aid thee here, our earl, <br />It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney. <br /> <br />KAARE <br />What maiden so strange to the strand draws nigh, <br />In light with soft music nears? <br />What is it that makes all the flowers die, <br />What fills all your eyes with tears? <br /> <br />ALL <br />God aid thee here, our earl, <br />God aid thee here, our earl, <br />It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kaare-s-song/
