And with that all the little men vanished, and the grain lay unthreshed on the barn floor.
And from that day all luck disappeared from the farmer’s house, and he was soon reduced to beggary.
SONG OF THE ELFIN MILLER
Full merrily rings the millstone round,
Full merrily rings the wheel,
Full merrily gushes out the grist—
Come, taste my fragrant meal!
As sends the lift its snowy drift,