  He.—To HatsÚse's vale I'm come, To woo thee, darling, in thy home; But the rain rains down apace, And the snow veils ev'ry place, And now the pheasant 'gins to cry, And the cock crows to the sky:— Now flees the night, the night hath fled, Let me in to share thy bed! She.—To HatsÚse's vale thou'rt come, To woo me, darling, in my home:— But my mother sleeps hard by, And my father near doth lie; Should I but rise, I'll wake her ear; Should I go out, then he will hear:— The night hath fled! it may not be, For our love's a mystery! Anon. |
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