XXIII

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XXIII

Hath she found out the riddle yet?

Hath she a fitting phrase selected?

But time flies and she doth forget

They long at home have her expected⁠—

Whither two neighbouring dames have walked

And a long time about her talked.

“What can be done? She is no child!”

Cried the old dame with anguish filled:

“Olinka is her junior, see.

’Tis time to marry her, ’tis true,

But tell me what am I to do?

To all she answers cruelly⁠—

I will not wed, and ever weeps

And lonely through the forest creeps.”