PART THIRD.
Mary and Hannah, two beautiful girls,
That bloom like the roses in spring.
And which the fairest, oh nobody knows,
They are flowers that bloom in spring.
Should she speak to a youth, gentle and soft,
In fire he’d spring for her sake.
Should the other smile, forgotten the first,
Forgotten the first for her sake.
Midnight is near, and the night it is dark;
But the wee stars are shining bright.
They shine round the moon, like sheep round the crook
Of shepherd that watches by night.
Midnight is near, ’tis the mystical night,
The night when our Saviour was born.
On the new-fallen snow footsteps are seen,
They lead to the willow forlorn.
Down on her knees the maiden is gazing
The other one stands by her side.
“Hannah, dear Hannah, oh gold heart, now say,
What is it the future can hide?”
“I see a cottage—but all in a mist—
Like the one Veník[1] is building.
The mist is clearing oh, now I see clear,
A door, and some one near standing.
“His coat is dark green yes, green is his coat,
His hat on one side—now I see;
The flowers I gave him, stuck on one side,
My God! ’tis my Veník I see.”
- ↑ Veník (Václav) Wenzel.
