LINDU 



107 



She promised to marry 

 him when the swallows 

 flew south. 



A mountain stream 

 sent her a bridal veil. 



The Frost King 

 sent her laces. 



They were very 

 beautiful and fine. 



A breath of sum- 

 mer air would de- 

 stroy them. 



The birds her own 

 dear birds brought 

 her velvet dresses of 



Her sandals were from bees' wings. 



Spring passed away. 



Summer came and went. 



The swallows flew south. 



But the Northern Light did not come 

 Lindu. 



But still she loved him, not the north star, 

 nor the sun, nor the moon. 



butterflies* wings. 



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