Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 165
1923An eighteenth I know, that ne’er will I tellTo maiden or wife of man,—The best is what none but one’s self doth know,So comes the end of the songs,—Save only to her in whose arms I lie,Or who else my sister is.The Poetic Edda: Translated from the Icelandic with an Introduction and Notes, 1923
An eighteenth I know, that ne’er will I tellTo maiden or wife of man,—The best is what none but one’s self doth know,So comes the end of the songs,—Save only to her in whose arms I lie,Or who else my sister is.