'And you have kissed the lips of love
And drained the well-water,
And you have spoiled the running spring,
And robbed the fruits so fair.'
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'Now he that will may scatter nuts,
And he may wed that will;
But she that was my old true love
Shall be my true love still.'
GREEK FOLK SONGS.
IANNOULA.
All the maidens were merry and wed
All to lovers so fair to see;
The lover I took to my bridal bed
He is not long for love and me.
I spoke to him and he noting said,
I gave him bread of the wheat so fine,
He did not eat of the bridal bread,
He did not drink of the bridal wine.
I made him a bed was soft and deep,
I made him a bed to sleep with me;
'Look on me once before you sleep,
And look on the flower of my fair body.
'Flowers of April, and fresh May-dew,
Dew of April and buds of May;
Two white blossoms that bud for you,
Buds that blossom before the day.'
THE TELL-TALES.
All in the mirk midnight when I was beside you,
Who has seen, who has heard, what was said, what was done?
'Twas the night and the light of the stars that espied you,
The fall of the moon, and the dawning begun.
'Tis a swift star has fallen, a star that discovers
To the sea what the green sea has told to the oars,
And the oars to the sailors, and they of us lovers
Go singing this song at their mistress's doors.
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