The Cossack waits—she has not gone—
All know he’ll take her home to-night!
PIGEONS—THE LOVERS
By a river, swiftly flowing,
Perched Holubka and Holub,[[59]]
Lovers, how they kissed each other!
Close embracing with their wings.
“Thou art my good luck,” said she,
“I would give my life for thine!”
From the wood an Eagle old