Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

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FOLK-SONGS OF ROUMANIA.              315
instrumentation, in a way that the most skillful composers have failed to do, and shows the ele­ment of poetry and passion in that strange and exotic race. What stronger beauty of expression or grace of feeling can be found than this ? —
There where the path to the plain goes by, Where deep in the thicket my hut doth lie, Where corn stands green in the garden plot — The brook ripples by so clearly there, The way is so open, so white, and fair — My heart's best beloved, he takes it not.
There where I sit by my door and spin, While morning winds that blow out and in With scent of roses enfold the spot, When at evening I softly sing my lay, That the wand'rer hears, as he goes his way — My heart's best beloved, he hears it not.
There, where on Sunday I go alone
To the old, old well with the milk-white stone,
Where by the fence, in a nook forgot,
Rises a spring in the daisied grass,
That makes whoso drink of it love — alas !
My heart's best beloved, he drinks it not.
There, by my window, where day by day,
When the sunbeams first brighten the morning gray,
I lean and dream of my weary lot,
And wait his coming, and softly cry
Because of love's longing that makes one die —
My heart's best beloved, he dieth not.
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