“I think and I think all day: I wonder if I shall wed—
Nay, surely this may not be!” the black-browed maiden said.
“For who would marry me? No oxen nor kine have I,
Black brows—blue eyes—such wealth what lover would satisfy?”
“Fret not thyself, Sweetheart, some one will come to woo,
Caring naught for gold or kine—caring all for eyes of blue!”
AN OLD BALLAD
“Mila,[[62]] farewell,
For I must go!
How you shall grieve