He and She
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.