Gon, King of the Elves
The Prelude of Rhi Tau, iii, iv.
iii. As in those days the Dani ruled There reigned a king, and Gon his name And knew he long such lasting peace That placed he trust in truce and word And would not marry nor wield the sword. He kept his peace in parley keen With cousins who in caves and hills Had hewn the stones to cities there And through this dark and dim became With brooding lord, Harin by name. All men so fear these fey who reigned They rose nor called a challenge out But over sandy swamps and plains In petty hovels held their moots And made no plans, and placed no roots. But some, Harin so say did grant A gift to men, to make with iron Such implements of metal: bells! To be from envy broke his troth That man might Dani-dread throw off. So he should rise and reign instead A savior, loved philanthropist And put the Dani who dwelt in air In islands in the East, beyond So broke that lasting peace of Gon. iv. But Gon his revenge revealed to one A son Harin had sent away A cunning wright whose real schemes To kill the gods had gained him fame Among his kin who feared the same. Farin, this smith he swore an oath That Aesir taught the iron-work And willed Gon's fortunes fall to come And kept their council close that day But did his plan before Gon lay. "Of Typhus, father o'all fell things There tarry nine o'his progeny Whose names I know and know their state And such their strength, and seek revenge And we and they now share our ends. "By craft I've made a curious heart Which he though banished can bring to life And like it others which all may hold By handiwork of yours the might Of ev'ry god who us did sleight. "And with Typhonic tricks we'll draw Them dazzled to a temple gold In golden city so called 'Peace'-- By parley will this war have won!" And so agreed, Farin and Gon.