Who will water them when all the buds are blown?”
“Some one else must water them! If I unhappy be
Why then should I just for flowers ever weep or sigh?”
“Who will sweep from off the walk leaves that on them lie?”
“If my lover comes no more the dead leaves he won’t see!”
THE BRIDE
(This is sung by a maiden about to be married in a land far from her parents and native land)
“Marusya, Marusya, dost thou not lonesome feel?
And tears from thy blue eyes must surely unbidden steal.
“In a strange new country thy wedding-day sun must rise;