Song

Two birds flew into the sunset glow,

And one of them was my love, I know.

Ah, had it but flown to my heart, its nest!

Two maidens down to the harvest go,

And one of them is my own, I know.

Ah, had she but come to me here, it were best!

Two stars remembered the long ago --

And one of them was my heart's great woe.

If it had but forgotten, and paled in the west!

Two children died in the hut below,

And one, my heart, to the grave doth go.

Ah, had it but taken me with it to rest!