Olive Bray · stanza 97
1908So away I turned from my wise intent,and deemed my joy assured,for all her liking and all her loveI weened that I yet should win.Printed edition
Stanza 97
The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
So away I turned from my wise intent,and deemed my joy assured,for all her liking and all her loveI weened that I yet should win.