By a Mountain Streamlet
Stop, lusty runaway,
Give me your answer, short and fast,
Tell me, dearest streamlet,
Do you ever think of anything serious?
I would gladly exchange my wisdom,
For your light heartedness.
Look, how the little Wight laughs at that,
Sprays water drops into my face,
Then springs forth into the sunshine,
Is that your answer?
Mia Holm 1900
translation by Joe Bandel
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