And Liebchen, if we kept him here,
All day, beside his cottage gate,
Would weep for him his children dear.”
Then back the giant child did go,
And left the plowman where she found him;
And when the sun was sinking low,
He started up and looked around him.
“I must have dreamed,” he laughed outright,
As when some sudden fancy pleases;
“And I will tell my dream to-night