Her gaze blazes with fire, her hair flies like a blizzard, and beneath her right collarbone she bears the sign of the Big Dipper.
To whom is she comparable, a doe, a bird? - Don't pore over runes, poet! How can one not fall in love with such a one, the one whose face is moon-white?!
her hair flies like a blizzard,
and beneath her right collarbone
she bears the sign of the Big Dipper.
To whom is she comparable, a doe, a bird? -
Don't pore over runes, poet!
How can one not fall in love with such a one,
the one whose face is moon-white?!