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My dress is silent when I tread the ground Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, And then the power of clouds carries me far Above the people; and my ornaments Loudly resound, send forth a melody And clearly sing, when I am not in touch With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
The maidens came When I was in my mother's bower; I had all that I would. The bailey beareth the bell away; The lily, the rose, the rose I lay. The silver is white, red is the gold; The robes they lay in fold. The bailey beareth the bell away; The lily, the rose, the rose I lay. And through the glass window shines the sun. How could I love and I so young? The bailey beareth the bell away; The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
To my people it's as though he gave them a sacrifice: They will destroy him if he comes among them. It is otherwise with us. Wulf is on one island, I on another. A fastness is that island, rung round with fens. Fierce men are there on the island. They will destroy him if he comes among them. It is otherwise with us. I thought of my Wulf's far wanderings when it was rainy weather and I sat weeping when the war-chief caught me in his arms— it was joy then, yet it was also hateful. Wulf, my Wulf!