“As long as thou stayest by my hearth-side,
Child, thou’lt be like that Cranberry.
“But when thou goest upon thy journey
Thy beauty, alas, will fall from thee.
O youthful one, from thy braids so golden
Thy beauty swiftly away shall flee!”
VI
THE WREATH
Wreath, my wreath
Of Barwēnok,[[8]] Kryschati![[9]]
I have woven you, just you alone.