“Sit not up, my love, late at evening hour, Burn the light no more, light of virgin wax, Wake no more for me till the midnight hour; Ah, gone by, gone by is the happy time! Ah, the wind has blown all our joys away, And has scattered them o’er the empty field. For my father dear, he will have it so, And my mother dear has commanded it, That I now must wed with another wife, With another wife, with an unloved one! But on heaven high two suns never burn, Two moons never shine in the stilly night, And an honest lad never loveth twice! But my father shall be obeyed by me, And my mother dear I will now obey; To another wife I’ll be wedded soon, To another wife, to an early death, To an early death, to a forcèd one.” Wept the lovely maid many bitter tears, Many bitter tears, and did speak these words: “O belovèd one, never seen enough, Longer will I not live in this white world, Never without thee, thou my star of hope! Never has the dove more than one fond mate, And the female swan ne’er two husbands has, Neither can I have two belovèd friends.” No more sits she now late at evening hour, But the light still burns, light of virgin wax; On the table stands the coffin newly made; In the coffin new lies the lovely maid. --From Talvi’s _Historical View_. THE DOVE On an oak-tree sat, Sat a pair of doves; And they billed and cooed And they, heart to heart, Tenderly embraced With their little wings; On them, suddenly, Darted down a hawk. One he seized and tore, Tore the little dove, With his feathered feet, Soft blue little dove; And he poured his blood Streaming down the tree. Feathers, too, were strewed Widely o’er the field; High away the down Floated in the air. Ah! how wept and wept,-- Ah! how sobbed and sobbed The poor doveling then For her little dove. “Weep not, weep not so, Tender little bird!” Spake the light young hawk To the little dove. “O’er the sea away, O’er the far blue sea, I will drive to thee Flocks of other doves. From them choose thee then, Choose a soft and blue, With his feathered feet, Better little dove.” “Fly, thou villain, not O’er the far blue sea! Drive not here to me Flocks of other doves. Ah! of all thy doves None can comfort me; Only he, the father Of my little ones.” --From Talvi’s _Historical View_. THE FAITHLESS LOVER