English poem
Then said Gu-drun, in sorrow: “I know not where to go
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Then said Gu-drun, in sorrow: “I know not where to go, For in the night has fallen a deep and heavy snow. That we by death be stricken unless you now are willing, Do not send us washing; to stand without our shoes will us be killing.”
To her the she-wolf answered; “That I do not fear; Now to the shore betake you, or weal or woe to bear. If you be slow in washing, my wrath may you be dreading; E’en if you die, what care I?” At this the hopeless maids more tears were shedding.
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