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'Neath an oak, his path commanding,
Were two smiling maidens standing:
"God be with you!" said the swain;
And they laugh'd, and laugh'd again.
One was white as dovelet flying,
With the snows of winter vying:
And the other twitter'd[1] there
Like a swallow in the air.
"Come, young shepherd! we will take thee
To the mountain; we will make thee
Love's own couch; thy flocks shall stray—
And what matter?—where they may."
So they seized him—so they led him
To the mountain; there to wed him ;
Flocks and fold—and where are they?
Canst thou tell the-shepherd? Nay!- ↑ The bohemian word šwjtořiti, conveys admirably the sound of the swallow.
