THE sky is cover’d with stars again:
The plains are cover’d with flocks of sheep:
But where is the shepherd? On the plain
The shepherd is lost in careless-sleep:
The youthful Rādoje sleeps:—Arise!
Awake! his sister Jania cries.
“Jania! sister! nay! depart!
My body to witches is plighted:
My mother has torn away my heart,
And my aunt my mother lighted.”