The Feast at Solhoug
The Feast at Solhoug
Translation by William Archer and Mary Morrison.
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MARGIT. [Ever more wildly.]
At midnight's hour Sweet were our sleep in my lonely bower;-- And if death should come with the dawn, I trow 'Twere sweet to die so;--what thinkest thou?
GUDMUND.
You are sick!
MARGIT. [Bursting into laughter.]
Ha, ha!--Let me laugh! 'Tis good To laugh when the heart is in laughing mood!
GUDMUND.
I see that you still have the same wild soul As of old--
MARGIT. [With sudden seriousness.]
Nay, let not that vex your mind, 'Tis only at midnight it mocks control; By day I am timid as any hind.
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