SIR OLF rode fast towards Thurlston's walls,
To meet his bride in his father's halls.
He saw blue lights flit over the graves;
The elves came forth from their forest-caves.
They danced anear on the glossy strand,
And the Erl-King's Daughter held out her hand.
"O, welcome, Sir Olf, to our jubilee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem