Sing, O sing again, lovely lark of mine,
Sitting there alone amidst the green of May!
—From Sir John Bowring’s Specimens of the Russian Poets, Part II.
WEDDING GEAR
The blacksmith from the forge comes he—Glory!
And carries with him hammers three—Glory!
O blacksmith, blacksmith, forge for me—Glory!
A wedding crown of gold, bran-new!—Glory!
A golden ring, oh, make me, do!—Glory!
With what is left a gold pin too!—Glory!