Full of wine, white branches of the vine-trees

Full of wine, white branches of the vine-trees To white Buda’s fortress white had clung them: No! it was no vine-tree, white and pregnant! No! it was a pair of faithful lovers, From their early youth betrothed together. Now they are compell’d to part untimely. One address’d the other at their parting, “Go! my soul! burst out and leave my bosom! Thou wilt find a hedge-surrounded garden, And a red-rose branch within the garden; Pluck a rose from off the branch, and place it, Place it on thy heart, within thy bosom; Then behold!—ev’n as that rose is fading, Fades my heart within thy heart thou loved one!” And thus answer’d then the other lover: “Thou, my soul! turn back a few short paces. There thou wilt discern a verdant forest; In it is a fount of crystal water; In the fount there is a block of marble; On the marble block a golden goblet; In the goblet thou wilt find a snow-ball. Love! take out that snow-ball from the goblet, Lay it on thy heart within thy bosom; See it melt—and as it melts, my lov’d one! So my heart within thy heart is melting.”

Smilia, the grapharium arenarium, or “lovely love.” Also a woman’s name.