And deep impassioned tone.
"Listen, Lueka—little fawn,"
(His voice is sad and low;)
"Chide not with that imploring gaze;
To-morrow I must go!"
Her head drops slowly on her breast,
Veiled with her long black hair;
Love in that simple act confest,
Love, and almost—despair.
"Anoonk,[5] Lueka's heart will bleed,