She spake unto the warrior:
“Ah, let your hunting be!
Last night I had an ill dream:
two wild boars I did see
That chased you o’er the moorland:
the flowers grew red as blood.
If I do weep thus sorely,
’tis that I bode no good.
She spake unto the warrior:
“Ah, let your hunting be!
Last night I had an ill dream:
two wild boars I did see
That chased you o’er the moorland:
the flowers grew red as blood.
If I do weep thus sorely,
’tis that I bode no good.