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12 POEMS AND SONGS
She gathered and twined, while tears would her eyes fill:
“Take them you will!”
In silence then hetook them, but to flight heturned him still.
She twined one so large, of discordant hue:
“« My bride’s-wreath true!”
She twined it and twined, till her fingers were sore:
“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.
But now it was long past the Midsummer Day,
All the flowers away:
She twined it of the flowers, though they all were nowaway!
“ Midsummer Day
Brings us laughter and play;
But later know I little, if she twines her wreath so gay!”
OVER THE LOFTY MOUNTAINS
(FROM ARNE)
Wonnprr I must, what I once may see
Over the lofty mountains!
Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;
Standing here, each evergreen tree
Over the heights is yearning ; —
Will it be long in learning?
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