Song

(Act II, Scene I, lines 65-80)

A sunny shaft did I behold,
     From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold--
     Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!

He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled
     Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
     All else of amethyst!

And thus he sang: `Adieu! adieu!
Love's dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms they make no delay:
The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.
     Sweet month of May,
     We must away;
     Far, far away!
     To-day! to-day!'

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Hunting Song

(Act IV, Scene II, lines 56-71)

Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay!
To the meadows trip away.
'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn.
     Not a soul at home may stay:
     For the shepherds must go
     With lance and bow
     To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.

Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse:
Find grannam out a sunny seat,
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
     Not a soul at home must stay:
     For the shepherds must go
     With lance and bow
     To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.