Arne And Sigrid (translation and poem)
Arne: Dear Sigrid, you remember in coming, When we went in the wood, you and I, So many plums you, dear, went on plucking, With you--bashful, with your half-smile--by my side? Sigrid: Ja, that tranquil eve was sunshined filled, I remember it so clearly still. Arne: While you as though grazing for it... Sign in to see full entry.