No consolation feel within;—
So leave me sad, thou enemy!
Thou foul and base deceiver, go!
For I thy love will never be,
Nor ever, false one, wed thee, no!”
The parallel ballad of “Rosa fresca, Rosa fresca,” is no less simple and characteristic; Rosa being the name of the lady-love.
“Rose, fresh and fair, Rose, fresh and fair,
That with love so bright dost glow,
When within my arms I held thee,
I could never serve thee, no!