CLXIV
LAD PIERCED WITH ARROW[[63]]
Alas hero I'm with arrow pierced, O my Yetsa, thy white face is guilty, Thy black eye-balls are the piercing arrows, Thy white arms are now a very torment. Come, my love bird, to my white court homing, Come to heal my heart's own sore displeasure, To bind up my wounds with thy throat's whiteness, To salve suffering with thy honey kisses. B. S. S.
CLXV
NOUGHT BUT KISSES[[64]]
Up and down went youth in mountain, In a garden, girl round fountain; On her threw he hawthorn red,— Lightly answering, blackthorn sped,— Think you they intend to kill? Nought but kisses that they will. B. S. S.
CLXVI
UNITED[[65]]
Little girl, the small black-eyed, Hero, wondering stupefied: 'Had we means of barter! To lead us near together! I my life long would not quit her, None could make our friendship wither.' B. S. S.