Читать книгу The Two Twilights - Henry A. Beers - Страница 12

In a windy tree-top sitting,

Singing at the fall of dew,

Katy watched the bats a-flitting,

While the twilight's curtains drew

Closer round her; till she only

Saw the branches and the sky —

Rocking late and rocking lonely,

Anchored on the darkness high.

And the song that she was singing,

In the windy tree-tops swinging,

Was under the tree, under the tree

The fox is digging a pit for me.

When the early stars were sparkling

Overhead, and down below

Fireflies twinkled, through the darkling

Thickets she heard footsteps go —

Voice of her false lover speaking,

Laughing to his sweetheart new: —

"Half my heart for thee I'm breaking:

Did not Katy love me true?"

Then no longer she was singing,

But through all the wood kept ringing —

Katy did, Katy did, Katy did love thee

And the fox is digging a grave for me.