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 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,
And feel the soft wind on my cheek and hear the dropping rain!
And oh, to hear the singing bird, the rustling of the tree,
The lowing cows, the bleat of sheep, the voices of the sea;
And oh, upon my father's knee to sit beside the door,
And hear the bell of vespers ring in Rambin church once more! “
He kissed her cheek, he kissed her lips; the Brown Dwarf groaned to see,
And tore his tangled hair and ground his long teeth angrily.
But Deitrich said: “For five long years this tender Christian maid
Has served you in your evil world and well must she be paid!
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