"Mother," he said in confusion:--"You greatly surprise me!" and quicklyWiped he away his tears, the noble and sensitive youngster."What! You are weeping, my son?" the startled mother continued"That is indeed unlike you! I never before saw you crying!Say, what has sadden'd your heart? What drives you to sit here all lonelyUnder the shade of the pear-tree? What is it that makes you unhappy?"
Pray cease ye to bluster and prate;For what he so gladly in small saw and heard
"The way to follow up with skill
To yon stars all-glowing?Yet that here I'd sooner be,
The future may hide, And of spirits on high
I'd sink in death!