A BOUQUET OF LITTLE ROSES[[54]]
O girl of my soul, my soul, Take this bunch of rosebuds neat, Should thy bouquet fade and fail, Come once more, my soul, to me I will pluck again for thee. B. S. S.
CLVI
DREAM INTERPRETATION[[55]]
Darling sweetheart on his free arm sleeping, Makes he motion to sound gong in waking: "Awake, my dear, dearer than mine own eyes, Last night I a strange dream was a-dreaming: My fez swept 'way on the troubled water, Pearls were strewing richly in my lap-robe, And my watch in pieces four was broken." Sweetheart waking, calmly speaking this-wise: "Easy is it to interpret dreaming, That your fez was swept by troubled water Means you're to go forth to battle army; That pearls richly scatter'd in your lap-robe Must mean our tears, thine with mine are mingling; That your watch in pieces four was broken Means in truth that our hearts will be breaking When we're forced to take leave of each other." B. S. S.
CLVII
WITH SWEETHEART NIGHTS ARE SHORTEST[[56]]
Cyclone downward rumbling, All the castle trembling. In castle is a girl Crying, never ceasing: "Alas, how long nights are! When sleeping near to papa; On nine soft mattresses, On nine softest cushions, 'Neath nine fine coverlets."
"Alas, how long nights are! When sleeping near to mother; On nine soft mattresses, On nine softest cushions, 'Neath nine fine coverlets."
"Alas, how long nights are! When sleeping near to brother; On nine soft mattresses, On nine softest cushions, 'Neath nine fine coverlets."