Alle oversettelser

Surely,you may enter,' said the young fisherman, and the Soul tried to enter. But he could not, and he cried, Alas! I can find no place of entrance. This heart of yours is so surrounded and guarded by love. As he spoke there came a great cry of sorrow from the sea- the cry that men hear when one of the Sea-folk is dead.And the young fisherman jumped up and ran to the shore. He saw the black waves hurrying to the shore, bearing with them a burden that was white and silver.