And in his heart he pondered:
“What e’er will be the end?
If she be a hell-devil,
who can the matter mend?
Were I alive and safely
once more in Burgundy,
Here, rid of love and wooing,
she long might wait for me!”
And in his heart he pondered:
“What e’er will be the end?
If she be a hell-devil,
who can the matter mend?
Were I alive and safely
once more in Burgundy,
Here, rid of love and wooing,
she long might wait for me!”