The Shepherd And The Maiden Ghost
't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nighstill a warm sun did color the skyThe meadows did shine in a strange golden lightand vales did set forth the soft haze of night
When through the air a voice did resoundbeckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground
[THE SHEPHERD:]"What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone?What maiden does wander the heather alone?"
Bewitched by its tone, he followed her song,whilst the sun did descend and the shadows grew longIn the dim light of dusk, near the sparkling cascadeon a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid
[THE SHEPHERD:]"Why art thou dreary? What happened to thee?What song didst thou sing so woefully?"
[THE MAIDEN:]"Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden thine heartThou canst not help me - not thou who thou art!An old man who's been born in a cradle of woodof a tree that at least a hundred years stood,cut by a boy who at heart was still pure -might be my redeemer if he knew that he could..."