Verse > Anthologies > Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. > A Harvest of German Verse
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
 
I Heard a Sickle Rustling
Folk Song (16th Century)
 
I HEARD a sickle rustling,
A-rustling through the grain,
I heard a maid lamenting,
That she had lost her swain.
 
“Dear, let it rustle, rustle!        5
I heed not, how it goes:
For I have won a lover,
Where the green clover grows.”
 
“And hast thou won a lover,
Where thyme and clover grow:        10
Then I stand here so lonely,
My heart is sore with woe!”
 
 
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors