Better kingdoms they are asking, Better work than this world's tasking, And God will grant it, where they go, Better service He'll bestow, But for me, alas! Oh! woe!
So kingly brothers ne'er were known, Now my heart breaketh here alone. This world for me too dark is now, And I took dark for it, I trow! Woe, woe, woe! J. W. W.
CXL
THE PRAYER OF KARAGEORGE'S LADY[[38]]
CXLI
THOU ART EVER, EVER MINE[[40]]
O my girl, O my soul, What does mother say to you? Will she marry you to me? Her son-in-law can I be? She might give you, she might not, Thou art ever, ever mine! B. S. S.
CXLII
SEA MERCHANT[[41]]
Listen, my girl, listen, my beauty! Thy eyes are corals in the sea, I am a merchant on the sea Buying the riches of the sea.