I.

O my rose, my fair red rose, Why art thou blown out so early? Why, when blown out, frozen? Why, when frozen, withered? Withered, broken from the stem!

Late at night I sat and sat, Sat until the cocks did crow; No one came, although I waited Till the pine-torch all burned low.

Then came slumber over me; And I dreamed my golden ring

Sudden slipp'd from my right hand; Down my precious diamond fell. For the ring I looked in vain, For my love I longed in vain!

II.[55]

O, ye forests, dark green forests, Miletinish forests! Why in summer and in winter, Are ye green and blooming? O! I would not weep and cry, Nor torment my heart. But now tell me, good folks, tell me, How should I not cry? Ah! where is my dear good father? Wo! he deep lies buried. Where my mother? O good mother! O'er her grows the grass! Brothers have I not, nor sisters, And my lad is gone!

SERVIAN SONG.[56]

O my fountain, so fresh and cool, O my rose, so rosy red! Why art thou blown out so early? None have I to pluck thee for! If I plucked thee for my mother, Ah! poor girl, I have no mother; If I plucked thee for my sister, Gone is my sister with her husband; If I plucked thee for my brother,

To the war my brother's gone. If I plucked thee for my lover, Gone is my love so far away! Far away o'er three green mountains, Far away o'er three cool fountains!

PASSAGES FROM SEVERAL RUSSIAN BALLADS.

_current at the present day_.

Last evening I sat, a young maid, I sat till deep in the night; I sat and waited till day-break, Till all my pine-torch was burnt out. While all my companions slept, I sat and waited for thee; love!