Classic Poem

I.

I NGALILL

Ingalill, Ingalill, sing me a song,
My spirit is lonely and life's way is long,
And my spirit with sorrow must wrestle.
Ingalill, Ingalill, sing me a song,
It soundeth so sweet and consoling and strong,
So kind in my desolate castle.

Ingalill, Ingalill, sing me a song,
And half of my kingdom to you shall belong,
With the silver and gold in my castle.
My gold's my delight but my kingdom's my care;
Who takes half my kingdom, my sorrow must share,
But need you fear with sorrow to wrestle?

II

" Sigh , Sigh , Rushes ! "

Sigh, sigh, rushes!
Moan, waves, moan!
Can ye not tell where Ingalill,
Sweet Ingalill has gone?

She cried with the cry of a wounded duck
And sank into the sea. —
That was last year when spring was green
With the promise of joys to be.

She had wakened the wrath of the towns-folk there,
An evil wrath that she might not bear.

She wakened their wrath by her goods and gold,
The gifts of her royal lover bold.

With thorns they have pierced mine eyeballs through,
With mud have defiled the lily's dew.
Then sing, oh, sing your song of grief,
Ye little waves, for my heart's relief!
Sigh, sigh, rushes!
Moan, waves, moan!