MAID OF THE MILL'S REPENTANCE.
AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth
From out my house, I tell
Or else I needs must, in my wrath,
What's this thou singest so falsely, forsooth,
Of love and a maiden's silent truth?
Who'll trust to such a
I sing of a maid's repentant fears,
And long and bitter yearning;
Her levity's changed to truth and tears
She dreads no more the threats of her mother,
She dreads far less the blows of her brother,
Than the dearly loved-one's
Of selfishness sing and treacherous
Of murder and thievish
Such actions false will cause no surprise,
When they share their booty, both clothes and purse,--
As bad as you gipsies, and even worse,
Such tales find ready credence.
"Alas, alas! oh what have
Can listening aught avail
I hear him toward my room hasten on,
To hail me.
My heart beat high, to myself I said:
'O would that thou hadst never betray'd
That night of love to thy
Alas! I foolishly ventured there,
For the cheating silence
Ah, sweetest! let me to thee repair,--
Nor dread me!
When suddenly rose a fearful din,
Her mad relations came pouring in.
My blood still boils in
"Oh when will return an hour
I pine in silent sadness;
I've thrown away my only true bliss
Alas, poor maid! O pity my youth!
My brother was then full cruel in troth
To treat the loved one
The swarthy woman then went inside,
To the spring in the courtyard
Her eyes from their stain she purified,
Her face and eyes were radiant and bright,
And the maid of the mill was disclosed to the sight
Of the startled and angry
THE MAID OF THE MILL.
Thou sweetest, fairest, dearly-loved
Before thine anger I cower;
But blows I dread not, nor sharp-edged knife,--
Of sorrow and love to thee I'll sing,
And myself before thy feet I'll fling,
And either live or die
Affection, say, why buried so deep
In my heart hast thou lain
By whom hast thou now to awake from thy sleep
Ah love, that thou art immortal I see!
Nor knavish cunning nor treachery
Can destroy thy life so
THE MAID OF THE MILL.
If still with as fond and heartfelt
As thou once didst swear,
Then nought of the rapture we used to prove
So take the woman so dear to thy breast!
In her young and innocent charms be blest,
For all are thine from
Now, sun, sink to rest! Now, sun,
Ye stars, be now shining,
A star of love now gleams in the skies,
As long as the fountain may spring and run,
So long will we two be blended in one,
Upon each other's bosoms!