English poem
Of them we speak no longer; we now will let you hear
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Of them we speak no longer; we now will let you hear Yet more about the maidens: how hope their lot did cheer Who on a far-off seashore must wearily toil at washing: Gu-drun and Hildeburg must wash all day on the sands where waves were dashing.
More by Mary Pickering Nichols
- Now the king of Karadie forthwith to come they bade
- Now ’twas told to Herwic, men fast for help had gone
- Now, throughout all Ireland, did Hagen his sway begin
- Of simple folk and merry there rode with her enough
- Of these came three and sixty; on them did Hartmut look
- Of these the very lowest had clothing of the best
- Of this bethink you further, my well-belovéd son
- On the third morning early came, at break of day