Bring him a girdle, and a chain, yea, and a flower—and
say:
"I found them hard beside the mill, and all of them are
thine."
But stay not longer lest thou, too, should'st love him, sister
mine.
That we may both not have to weep together, oh, beware!
My tears could not love thy tears, not yet my care thy care,
They could not dwell within my hut, nor would be welcome
there.