And thou didst kiss, as thou would suffocate me—
Kiss me!
Or I’ll kiss thee.
(She embraces him.)
Ah, woe! thy lips are chill
And still.
How changed in fashion
Thy passion!
Who has done me this ill?
Nor can they forget the simple song in which, while seated at her spinning-wheel, she gives utterance to her grief. The closing verses are these: