صفحة 122 من 626

'Bride, bride, there thou gangest! Alas! alas! if thy mother knew

it, Sadly, sadly, would she rue it.'

Then they went out of the city, and drove the geese on. And when

she came to the meadow, she sat down upon a bank there, and let

down her waving locks of hair, which were all of pure silver; and

when Curdken saw it glitter in the sun, he ran up, and would have

pulled some of the locks out, but she cried:

'Blow, breezes, blow! Let Curdken's hat go! Blow, breezes, blow!

Let him after it go! O'er hills, dales, and rocks, Away be it

whirl'd Till the silvery locks Are all comb'd and curl'd!

Then there came a wind, so strong that it blew off Curdken's hat;

and away it flew over the hills: and he was forced to turn and

run after it; till, by the time he came back, she had done

combing and curling her hair, and had put it up again safe. Then

he was very angry and sulky, and would not speak to her at all;

but they watched the geese until it grew dark in the evening, and

then drove them homewards.