Tear-bedewed her pale cheeks be,
And she sigheth heavily.
From forth the wood into the light
A hunter strides, with carol light,
And a glance so bold and bright.
He careless stopped and eyed the maid;
"Why weepest thou?" he gently said;
"I love thee well; be not afraid."
He takes her hand, and leads her on;
She should have waited there alone,