He raised it and listened; he thought he heard

Song of a bird, song of a bird—

Sweet, sweet song of Zuzula[[6]] winging.

But see! It was maids weaving wreaths and singing.

IV
THE COMING OF MEESCHANI ON SUNDAY TO THE WEDDING

(The Meeschani or Master Merchants of old held themselves in high esteem, looking down upon the peasants)

Let us drive—we will drive across the fields;

Drive uphill and down the dales,

Across the sands, across the stones.

They will hear us coming in the vales;