“I’m not beautiful,” said the girl quietly.
And overflow in silence her anguish;
And now when she retired in her sister’s circles,
she was beautiful for the first time.
(F. Hebbel)
“I’m not beautiful,” said the girl quietly.
And overflow in silence her anguish;
And now when she retired in her sister’s circles,
she was beautiful for the first time.
(F. Hebbel)