With arms lovingly open wide,
On a golden seaside place,
Night and day he awaits his bride.
“Oh, I wish it could be I,
Who will enfold and hold him near!”
To the water running nigh,
She bends to reach it without fear.
As above the stream she bends,
The water rushing with its force
Plucks her leaves off to their ends,
And takes them with him on his course.
Now naked she stands and sighs,
With bitter teardrops in her eye.
“Oh why, oh why, oh why!” she cries,
“Did I fall for a passer-by? …”
All this time the director was communicating with the professor through glances and whispers. But the tears, I think of all three of us, had been silently falling for some time. As the song progressed, so the girl became more agitated, and when she reached the last line, her slender and rosy
