A Group of Icelandic Lays 
Translated by Skuli Johnson 
DELIRIUM 
From cc Black Feathers' by David Stefansson 
Ha, ha—now will I slumber ,— 
Like death is the night; 
Soon shall I meet in Dreamland 
My dear queen to-night 
Then will I give to deck her 
An ice crown, I ween; 
And so shall she dance as 
It best fits a queen. 
And I will give to hide her 
A veil'round her frame. 
So none shall perceive that 
I wrought it foul shame. 
And I will give her hell shoes 
Of hot iron on, 
And bind 'round her white throat 
A thorn branch all wan. 
And I will on her breast smear 
A blood cross I wis. 
Then kiss her in Christ's name 
Iscariot's kiss. 
Then shall we dance and dancing 
Drink venom-mioced wine, 
I king of the demons, 
And she—queen of mine. 
FAIRY HILL 
From cc Blaek Feathers" by David Stefansson 
Though ice close the ancient pathways 
And snows the old shelters fill. 
The sleet and the snowfall can never 
Envelop Fairy Hill. 
Above it drifts never gather, 
Though frostbound the whole land lies, 
