SHEPHERDESS OF EARLY SPRING TIDE.

"Zagaleja de lo verde."

SHEPHERDESS of early spring-tide,
With thy look of innocence;
God be with thee, gentle maiden !
For I wend me far from hence.

With my flocks I quit for ever

These sweet vales, fair maid! Alas Thou wilt see me slumbering never 'Midst the flowers, and on the grass. Time from all these joys shall sever Which made time so gaily pass. Music's charm and song's endeavour Cease-sighs break where gladness was.

On the snow-o'ermantled mountain

Shall

my bed of silence be;

By the beech-tree, near the fountain,
I will dwell and think of thee.

'Neath the cypress, dark and shady,
Long my mournful vigils keep,
Never through the night-tides, lady!

Shall these eyelids cease to weep.

When the crippling frost is stalking
O'er the palsied earth—I'll go
With the moon unsocial walking;

Sending thoughts to thee, and woe.
Waking dreams of vanish'd sweetness,
Watching in thy solitude;

Nought but heaven to be my witness,
And the birdlets of the wood.

Cancionero de Juan de Linares. Böhl, 195.

WHO'LL BUY A HEART?

"Pues que no me sabeis dar."

POOR heart of mine! tormenting heart!

e-thou and I

Long hast thou teazed me—

May just as well agree to part.

Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? who'll buy?

They offer'd three testoons-but, no! A faithful heart is cheap at more: "Tis not of those that wandering go,

Like mendicants from door to door. Here's prompt possession-I might tell A thousand merits; come and try ;I have a heart—a heart to sell:

Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? who'll buy?

How oft beneath its folds lay hid

The gnawing viper's tooth of woe

Will no one buy? will no one bid?
'Tis going now. Yes! it must go!

So little offer'd-it were well

To keep it yet-but, no! not I,

I have a heart-a heart to sell:

Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? who'll buy?

I would 't were gone! for I confess
I'm tired-and longing to be freed;
Come, bid, fair maiden! more or less-
So good-and very cheap indeed.
Once more-but once-I cannot dwell
So long 'tis going-going-fie!

No offer-I've a heart to sell:

Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? who'll buy?

OI SHALL LOVE THEE!

"Zagala di que haras."

SHEPHERDESS, say, what wilt thou do,
When thou shalt find me far removed?"
"O I shall love thee fond and true,
Better than I have ever loved."

"Ere I am sunder'd far from thee,
Say, do my sorrows wound thy breast?"
-" Shepherd, the farewell's misery

Cannot in idle words be drest."

"Tell me thy thoughts, thy feelings too, Thou who my sorrows' balm hast proved." "O I shall love thee, fond and true, Better than I have ever loved."

"Tell me, my glory, when I am fled, What wilt thou do when thinking of me?" "I will follow thy fancied shade,

Wheresoever I follow'd thee."

"But if thy disappointed view

Seek a shade from thy thoughts removed?" "O! I will love thee, fond and true,

Better than I have ever loved."