Hold Fast

Every day he worked two, three, five times as hard as any man to finish his work so he could steal away to the field where she descended. She was a pale and lonely girl, and she enchanted him. She was the wife of a powerful north wind, who discovered his young bride was spending much time away. One day he came down to retrieve her, to take her back into his cold keeping. But the farm boy was strong from laboring in the fields, and he held on. “I won’t let you go,” he said, and he did not.