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Have you lost remembrance of that ancient song ? You heard it from me in the morning of your years ; listen , and you shall hear it to the end ; it is the dirge for your approaching death ! ' She continued -- `` SIONA , mourn not ! -- where I go The warriors feel nor pain nor woe ; They raise aloft the gleaming steel , Their wounds , though warm , untended heal ; Their arrows bellow through the air In showers , as they battle there ; In mighty cups their wine is pour 'd , Bright virgins throng their midnight board ! `` Yet think not that I die unmov 'd ; I mourn the doom that sets me free , As I think , betroth 'd -- belov 'd , On all the joys I lose in thee ! To form my boys to meet the fray , Where'er the Gothic banner streams ; To guard thy night , to glad thy day , Made all the bliss of AGNAR 'S dreams -- Dreams that must now be all forgot , Earth 's joys have passed from AGNAR 'S lot ! `` See , athwart the face of light Float the clouds of sullen Night !