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"Oh, just come up so near, that I know you by the scent!
Think not that by your jaw to earth I shall be bent!"
When first they met, 't was scarce a bout at all,
The second time Hans Bugge slipped his hold.
The third time Hans fell headlong, and forth the blood did spurt.
"Why spit you now so much, man ?"—" Oh my, that fall did hurt!"—
Saw you a tree casting shadows on new-fallen snow? Saw you Nils on a maiden smiling glances bestow?
Have you seen Tailor Nils when the dance he commences? Are you a maiden, then go!—It's too late, when you've lost your senses.
Fair Venevil hastened with tripping feet
Her lover to meet.
And all the little birds sang right merrily their lay:
She twined him a wreath of the flowers blue:
"My eyes for you!"
"Good-by, my friend!"
"Midsummer Day Brings us laughter and play; But later know I little, if she twines her wreath so gay!"
She twined him a wreath: " Do at all you care
For my golden hair?"
Her red lips' pair; He took them and he pressed them, and he blushed as she did there.
She twined one all white as a lily-band:
"'T is my right hand." She twined one blood-red, with her love in each strand:
"'T is my left hand." He took them both and kept them both, but would not understand.
She twined of the flowers that bloomed around:
She gathered and twined, while tears would her eyes fill:
"Take them you will!" In silence then he took them, but to flight he t urned him still.
She twined one so large, of discordant hue:
"My bride's-wreath true!"
"Crown me, I implore!" But when she turned, he was not there, she never saw him more.
She twined yet undaunted without a stay
At her bride's-array.
All the flowers away: She twined it of the flowers, though they all were now away! "Midsummer Day
Brings us laughter and play; But later know I little, if she twines her wreath so gay!"
OVER THE LOFTY MOUNTAINS
^wonder I must, what I once may see
Over the lofty mountains!
Over the heights is yearning; —
Will it be long in learning?
Pinions strong bear the eagle away
Forth to the young and vigorous day;
There he exults in the swift, wild play,
Full-leaved the apple-tree wishes naught
Over the lofty mountains! Spreading, when summer hither is brought, Waiting till next time in its thought; Many a bird it is swinging, Knowing not what they are singing.
He who has longed for twenty years
Over the lofty mountains,
Heeds what the bird is singing
Cheerily to its swinging.
Garrulous bird, what will you here
Over the lofty mountains?
Shall I then never, never go
Barring the way unwended,
Coffin me when life is ended?
Out will I! Out! — Oh, so far, far, far,
Over the lofty mountains!
Lord! Let me try the scaling,
Suffer no final failing!
Sometime I know I shall rise and soar
Over the lofty mountains.
THE DAY OF SUNSHINE
It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,
But there were ants, and gnats that bite,
The horse-fly was keen, the wasp showed fight.