Alas, that blessing has been stayed!
Ill-luck has come, in spite of all—
Then take from God what may befall.”
THE SONG OF THE VISITS
I liked a girl too much, too much.
She asked me to come and see her sometime.
So I went to see her upon a Monday—
I did not find my girl at home.
She was in the garden weeding barwēnok.
“Ah ha!” I thought, “she is not at home,