Olive Bray · stanza 50
1908The pine tree wastes which is perched on the hill,nor bark nor needles shelter it;such is the man that none doth love;for what should he longer live?The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
The pine tree wastes which is perched on the hill,nor bark nor needles shelter it;such is the man that none doth love;for what should he longer live?