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18 POEMS AND SONGS
The cherries came forth ’neath the sun’s glowing eye.
‘Shall I take them?” a rosy young girl’s eager cry.
“Oh my, yes, you can take,
I’ve kept them for your sake!”
Low bending its branches, the tree brought them nigh.
THE MELODY
(FROM ARNE)
Tue youth in the woods spent the whole day long,
The whole day long;
For there he had heard such a wonderful song,
Wonderful song.
Willow-wood gave him a flute so fair,
A flute so fair, —
To try, if within were the melody rare,
Melody rare.
Melody whispered and said: “I am here!”
Said: “I am here!”
But while he was listening, it fled from his ear,
Fled from his ear.
Oft when he slept, it to him crept,
It to him crept;
And over his forehead in love it swept,
In love it swept.
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