English poem
To meet her friend, old Wâ-te, went Gu-drun alone
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
To meet her friend, old Wâ-te, went Gu-drun alone; Then said Hilda’s daughter, with sad and care-fraught tone: “Welcome art thou, Wâ-te! How glad would be my greeting, If now these folk so many no evil from thy hand should here be meeting.”
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