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Za tjm našjm dworem.
The Son.
Behind our cottage you have seen
Two oaks that spread their branches green,
Their verdant heads uprear:
But have you seen, those trees between,
A maid, with eyes of dazzling sheen,
Waxing in beauty there?
The Mother.
O, silly boy!—such dreams dismiss—
List to my counsel—list—though this
Is counsel hard to bear—
Love's poison is—the bane of bliss—
There's canker in its sweetest kiss,
And paleness and despair.