WHITE AND RED.
Roses and daisies, lovingly they grow,
Redder than a sunset, milkier than snow;
Side by side they glitter in the grasses lithe,
Side by side they wither, swept before the scythe.
Redder than a sunset, milkier than snow;
Side by side they glitter in the grasses lithe,
Side by side they wither, swept before the scythe.
Down in the valley sits Lina at her wheel,
While along the mountains twilight-shadows steal,
Singing through the daylight softly as a bird,
All that summer whispers in her song you heard.
While along the mountains twilight-shadows steal,
Singing through the daylight softly as a bird,
All that summer whispers in her song you heard.
Night came on like morning, "cold and still and gray,
Over Alpine summits a threat of tempest lay,
Lina stopped her singing, and trimmed her taper bright,
Her lover on the mountains watched for the beaconlight.
Over Alpine summits a threat of tempest lay,
Lina stopped her singing, and trimmed her taper bright,
Her lover on the mountains watched for the beaconlight.
All night long she waited, listening to the rain,
That muttered in the fir-trees and rustled on the pane.
That muttered in the fir-trees and rustled on the pane.
