Miska

Miska comes with yellow boots, and in scarlet clothes,
On the streamlet's farther bank Panni lingering goes;
Wait not Panni—wait not now, for that foppish fellow
Will not spoil his scarlet clothes nor his boots of yellow.

Would he risk his scarlet clothes—still thy tarrying lover
Could not cross the parting stream—would not ford it over;
For the plank is borne away by the o'erflowing tide,
Panni too has turned her eye from the youth aside.

Not the scarlet, not the stream, nor the barking hound,
Mighty heaven! far other cause—'twas the envious sound,
Sound which slander's voice had waked—and the love long fed
Out of ancient happy thoughts—faded, fainted, fled.