English poem
If this indeed may happen,” then young Hartmut said
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
“If this indeed may happen,” then young Hartmut said, “And now your brother Ortwin shall take that lovely maid, My dear-loved sister, Ortrun, and she to him is wedded, Then I will woo fair Hildeburg; thus hate will end, nor longer shall be dreaded.”
More by Mary Pickering Nichols
- Horant, lord of Daneland, then to his liegemen spake
- How could he who led them have braver or bolder been
- However much he asked them, they yet to tell were loath
- However much she pressed him, would the king no longer stay
- In garments wet there standing, was seen the high-born maid
- In olden days in Ireland a king to greatness came
- In this their mood so gloomy, the happy, merry plays
- Irold, he of Ortland, and Morunc of the Frisian land