The Nosegay.

      The light breeze is blowing
    Around the king's forest:
    The maiden is hasting,
    She hastes to the stream;
    She scoops with her bucket
    The fresh flowing waters:
    But look! to the maiden
    The stream bears a nosegay,
    A nosegay of fragrance,
    Of violets and roses -
    The maiden outstretches
    Her hand to obtain it:
    She falls - Ah! she falls in
    The cold running water.
    O! had I but known it,
    Thou beautiful nosegay!
    But known on the borders
    Who planted thy beauties,
    In faith, I would give him
    A ring of pure gold!
    O had I but known it,
    Thou beautiful nosegay!
    But known who collected
    Thy beauties and bound them,
    In faith I would give him
    The pin of my hair!
    O had I but known it,
    Thou beautiful nosegay!
    But known who first flung thee
    To swim on the streamlet,
    In truth I would give him
    The wreath on my head.

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