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FOLK-SONGS OF ROUMANIA. 327
Then quickly run thou after him, my sister, do not stay
To watch the flocks upon the hill, that browse the livelong
day; Bring him a girdle, and a chain, yea, and a flower — and
"I found them hard beside the mill, and all of them are
thine." But stay not longer lest thou, too, should'st love him, sister
That we may both not have to weep together, oh, beware ! My tears could not love thy tears, not yet my care thy care, They could not dwell within my hut, nor would be welcome there.
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 to me! beneath the falling rain.
The spinning songs, which are absolutely improvisations, have, of course, all the inevitable character of abruptness and irregularity, but a charming grace of feeling is often visible through them, and their imagery is as effective as it is spontaneous and natural.
What didst thou, mother, when thou wert a maiden ? —
I was young. — Didst thou, like me, hark to the moon's soft footfalls,
Across the sky ? Or didst thou watch the little stars' betrothal ? —