Salutation of the Morning Star

Lo! the maiden greets the day-star! “Sister! Sister star of morning! well I greet thee; Thou dost watch the world from thine uprising To thy sinking hour. In Herzgovina, Tell me didst thou see the princely Stephan? Tell me, was his snowy palace open, Were his steeds caparisoned, and ready; And was he equipp’d his bride to visit?”

Gently then the morning star responded: “Lovely sister! beautiful young maiden, True, I watch the world from my uprising To my setting;—and in Herzgovina Saw the palace of the princely Stephan; And that snowy palace was wide open, And his horse was saddled, and was ready, And he was equipp’d his bride to visit: But not thee—not thee—another maiden; False tongues three have whisper’d evil of thee; One has said—thine origin is lowly; One, that thou art treacherous as a serpent; And the third, that thou art dull and dreamy.”

Then the maiden pour’d her imprecations: “He who said my origin was lowly, Never let a child of love be born him; He who called me treacherous as a serpent, Round his heart, O! let a serpent wreathe it; Through hot summers in his hair be tangled, Through cold winters in his bosom nestle; He who dar’d to call me dull and dreamy, Nine long years may he be worn by sickness, And no sleep renew his strength to bear it.”