Where a young maiden served to him the red wine and the bread.

How fair she seemed among the Trolls so ugly and so wild!

Yet pale and very sorrowful, like one who never smiled!

Her low, sweet voice, her gold-brown hair, her tender blue eyes seemed

Like something he had seen elsewhere or something he had dreamed.

He looked; he clasped her in his arms; he knew the long-lost one;

“O Lisbeth! See thy playmate—I am the Amptman’s son!”

She leaned her fair head on his breast, and through her sobs she spoke:

“Oh, take me from this evil place, and from the Elfin folk!

“And let me tread the grass-green fields and smell the flowers again,