<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Agnes And The Hill-Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agnes went through the meadows a-weeping,<br>Fowl are a-singing.<br>There stood the hill-man heed thereof keeping.<br>Agnes, fair Agnes!<br>“Come to the hill, fair Agnes, with me,<br>The reddest of gold will I give unto thee!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twice went Agnes the hill round about,<br>Then wended within, left the fair world without.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the hillside bode Agnes, three years thrice told o’er,<br>For the green earth sithence fell she longing full sore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There she sat, and lullaby sang in her singing,<br>And she heard how the bells of England were ringing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agnes before her true-love did stand:<br>“May I wend to the church of the English Land?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“To England’s Church well mayst thou be gone,<br>So that no hand thou lay the red gold upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“So that when thou art come the churchyard anear<br>Thou cast not abroad thy golden hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“So that when thou standest the church within<br>To thy mother on bench thou never win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“So that when thou hearest the high God’s name,<br>No knee unto earth thou bow to the same.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hand she laid on all gold that was there,<br>And cast abroad her golden hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the church she stood within<br>To her mother on bench straight did she win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she heard the high God’s name,<br>Knee unto earth she bowed to the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When all the mass was sung to its end<br>Home with her mother dear did she wend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Come, Agnes, into the hillside to me,<br>For thy seven small sons greet sorely for thee!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Let them greet, let them greet, as they have will to do;<br>For never again will I hearken thereto!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weird laid he on her, sore sickness he wrought,<br>Fowl are a-singing.<br>That self-same hour to death was she brought.<br>Agnes, fair Agnes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538800" data-title="Agnes And The Hill-Man de William Morris" data-description="TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH. Agnes went through the meadows a-weeping, Fowl are a-singing. There stood the hill-man heed thereof keeping. Agnes, fair Agnes! “Come to the hill, fair Agnes, with me, The reddest of gold will I give unto thee!” T..."></div> </div> </div>

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