English poem
We beg you first to tell us who this land doth own
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
“We beg you first to tell us who this land doth own? Whose are the castles also? By what name is he known Who leaves you without clothing, low tasks upon you laying? He may of his worth be boastful; that he doeth well no man may now be saying.”
To him Gu-drun thus answered: “Hartmut is one of the lords To whom these lands owe fealty. His castles well he guards, With Ludwig, king of the Normans, who is Hartmut’s father: And many knightly vassals, to keep their lands from foes, they round them gather.”
More by Mary Pickering Nichols
- Upon the morrow early, thither to come was seen
- Upon the seventh morning he came to Hettel’s land
- Wâ-te, the very daring, with all his knights had come
- We ask you now to listen to a tale as yet untold
- We now must leave them fighting as bravely as they will
- We now will speak no longer of the toil the maidens bore
- Well you know, Lord Herwic, our woe and plight forlorn
- What more befell young Hartmut we now forbear to say