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From Norwegian Stormy Mountains Came A L...
Silent— -weary was the _wand'rer _. Coldly shunning scenes of glee ;
Brooding o ' er some secret suffering , Gazing sadly on the sea .
To his side there came a maiden , In her eye a dancing light ;
Springing step , and golden tresses , Shining like the moon at night .
Rapt she gazed upon the mourner : Old Norwegian lays sang he .
Never had her glad ear hearkened To such plaintive melody .
All the anguish seething in him , All the tears he might have wept ,
Flowed in melancholy wailings , From the chords his fingers swept .
And the warblings of his viol , Took from grief its sorest sting ;
Sole memorial of his country , Was this loved and lifeless thing :
Voices speaking to his memory , Seemed each sweet-toned murm'ring string .
Oft the maiden came and listened To that music wild and rare ;
Only in her gentle glances , Sympathizing with his care . Ne ' er a word her sweet lips
uttered—Ne ' er a thought or hope breathed he ; Only with his lays he wooed her ,
Only with her eyes spoke she . Thus she won him from his sorrow ,
Thus he won her maiden heart ; And no more to wild Norwegia
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1864, page 309, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071864/page/21/