Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

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326           FOLK-SONGS OF ROUMANIA.
is alluded to in the charming ballad, which recalls the best of those of Spain on similar subjects, with its delicate feeling and graceful expressions:
HE THAT TOOK NOTHING.
See how it raineth ! and the corn is cut upon the plain, And I have left my sickle, too, forgotten 'mid the grain. Now there it lies ah, woe is me ! beneath the falling rain.
Of all the lads that joined the dance each took some sign
from me One took my girdle, and thou know'st full well which that
may be, The one, my sister of the cross, I fashioned with thee.
My chain, sweet sister of the cross, another took ; what needs To tell thee which the one which hath two strings of golden beads.
Another took my flower from me and which one dost thou
know ? It is, my sister of the cross, the floweret that doth blow In autumn days among the grass, where thick the plum-trees
grow.
But only one took naught away, and know'st thou, sister, who ? He of whom I often spake of thee, when I most silent grew, He, my little sister of the cross, it is I love so true.
Then quick run after him, he dwells beside the mill-pool deep, And through his slumbers murmuring on, their watch the
waters keep, O happy water, that may sing and lull him in his sleep.
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