Now Ellen has, the yeoman’s wife,
Escap’d from care and harm;
She’s mother to a Queen, who sleeps
Within a Monarch’s arm.
Who bore him first a daughter fine,
And then a blooming heir;
They thank’d the Lord on every side
For all their fortune fair.
The daughter now of Ellenlile
Of England has the sway;
And Ellen with her yeoman lives,
Each other’s equals they.
URANIENBORG.
From Heiberg.
Thou who the strand dost wander,
Thy steps, O traveller, stay!
Turn to the island yonder,
And listen to my lay.
Thy every meditation
Bid hither, hither stray:
On yonder banks its station
Had once a Castelaye.
In long past days in glory
It stood, and grandeur sheen
Now ’twas so transitory
Its ruins scarce are seen.
But in old days I warrant
Its equal was not found;
From every side apparent
High tower’d it from the ground.
For no sea-king intended
I ween was yonder hold;
Urania, it ascended
In praise of thee so bold.
Close by the ocean roaring,
Far, far from mortal jars,
It stood tow’rds heaven soaring,
And tow’rds the little stars.
A gate in the wall eastward,
Display’d its mighty mouth;
There was another westward,
And spires stood north and south.
The dome itself, high rearing,
A slender spirelet bore,
Upon it, ever veering,
A Pegasus gilt o’er.