The moon comes forth, bright in the sky;
A lovelier sight to draw my eye
Is she, that lady fair.
O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
He lodged us in a spacious house,
And plenteous was our fare.
But now at every frugal meal
There's not a scrap to spare.
My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
Along the great highway,
I hold you by the cuff.
O spurn me not, I pray,
Nor break old friendship off.
To the top of that tree-clad hill I go,
And towards my father I gaze,
Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,
And my mind's ear hears how he says ...
You student, with the collar blue,
Long pines my heart with anxious pain.
Although I do not go to you,
Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
So full am I of anxious thought,
Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,
To fill my arms I fail.
Like wisp all-tangled is my hair!
Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain,
The cock aye shrilly crows.
But I have seen my lord again;--