The old dream comes again to me:
With May-night stars above,
We two sat under the linden-tree
And swore eternal love.
Again and again we plighted troth,
We chattered, and laughed, and kissed;
To make me well remember my oath
You gave me a bite on the wrist.
O darling with the eyes serene,
And with the teeth so white!
The vows were proper to the scene,
Superfluous was the bite.
'To make me well remember my oath You gave me a bite on the wrist.' Interesting, bitten by love or she just wanted to keep a piece of him?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'You gave me a bite on the wrist.' adds a whole new twist to bitten by love.