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MAIDEN. O WEATHERCOCK on the village spire, | |
| With your golden feathers all on fire, | |
| Tell me, what can you see from your perch | |
| Above there over the tower of the church? | |
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WEATHERCOCK. I can see the roofs and the streets below, | 5 |
| And the people moving to and fro, | |
| And beyond, without either roof or street, | |
| The great salt sea, and the fishermen’s fleet. | |
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| I can see a ship come sailing in | |
| Beyond the headlands and harbor of Lynn, | 10 |
| And a young man standing on the deck, | |
| With a silken kerchief round his neck. | |
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| Now he is pressing it to his lips, | |
| And now he is kissing his finger-tips, | |
| And now he is lifting and waving his hand, | 15 |
| And blowing the kisses toward the land. | |
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MAIDEN. Ah, that is the ship from over the sea, | |
| That is bringing my lover back to me, | |
| Bringing my lover so fond and true, | |
| Who does not change with the wind like you. | 20 |
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WEATHERCOCK. If I change with all the winds that blow, | |
| It is only because they made me so, | |
| And people would think it wondrous strange, | |
| If I, a Weathercock, should not change. | |
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| O pretty Maiden, so fine and fair, | 25 |
| With your dreamy eyes and your golden hair, | |
| When you and your lover meet to-day | |
| You will thank me for looking some other way. | |
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