Nay, just beyond that peach tree there?

Good luck be thine, I’ll thither fare.

[23]

LOVE SONG

Farewell’s a fire that burns one’s heart,

And tears are rains that quench in part,

But then the winds blow in one’s sighs,

And cause the flames again to rise.

My soul I’ve mixed up with the wine,

And now my love is drinking,