If now ill-treated thou mayst be.”
She is not in her small white bed.
She sleeps upon the straw instead.
“In what straw, pray, now lieth she?”
She lieth in the rough barley.
“Whose barley pillows now her breast?”
A neighbour’s barley gives her rest.
WEDDING SONGS
SONG OF DEPARTURE: A BRIDE OF BUKOVINA
Dear my mother, weep not!