THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE
63
VIII.
NOW Mark comes on with the caravan
Singing blithely as he can.
To the inns he makes no speed,
Quietly lets the oxen feed.
Mark brings home for Katherine
Precious cloth of substance rich;
For father dear, a girdle sewn
Of silk so red.
For Servant Anne
a gold cloth bonnet
To deck her head,
And kerchief, too
with white lace on it.
For the children are shoes
with figs and grapes.
There's gifts for all,
there's none escapes.
For all he brings
red wine, so fine,
From great old city
of Constantine.
There's buckets three
in each barrel put on,
And caviar
from the river Don.
Such gifts he has
in his wagon there,
Nor knows the sorrow
his loved ones bear.
