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Rh SHEPHERD SONG OF FÜREDI.

Hej juhász bojtár! hol a' juh?

, Shepherd! where thy sheep are gone,

And why this discontented frown?

They're wending forth to Balaton,

And heavy sorrows press me down.

I eat not, drink not—but I lie

Like a fell'd trunk upon the plain;

The sun sinks downwards from the sky,

And gives me up to night and pain.

O hopeless doom! She turns away,

Indifference in her eyes I see;

In vain my Shepherd's pipe I play—

She listens not, nor looks on me.

The freshest milk, the whitest lamb,

And wreaths of knots, to her I bore;

And all I have, and all I am—

Life, soul—would give, to win her o'er.

Her face I press'd with kisses sweet,

Upon her breast my sighs outpour'd,

Fell, like a pilgrim, at her feet,

And drank her every breath and word.