MY FATHER'S CLOSE. (Old French.) INSIDE my father's close, (Fly away O my heart away!) Sweet apple-blossom blows So sweet. Three kings' daughters fair, (Fly away O my heart away!) They lie below it there So sweet. 'Ah!' says the eldest one, (Fly away O my heart away!; I think the day's begun So sweet.' 'Ah!' says the second one, (Fly away O my heart away!) 'Far off I hear the drum So sweet.' 'Ah!' says the youngest one, (Fly away O my heart away!) 'It's my true love, my own, So sweet. 'Oh! if he fight and win,' (Fly away O my heart away!) 'I keep my love for him, So sweet: Oh! let him lose or win, He hath it still complete.' ONE GIRL. (A combination from Sappho.) I. LIKE the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, A-top on the topmost twig,-which the pluckers forgot, somehow, Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now. II. Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found, Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound, Until the purple blossom is trodden into the ground. |