The Well of Tears

Lyrics

The night is cometh, let thy spindle be Those who went by this way Spoke of their huts together, and the huts Seemed far, so far away What saw'st thou at the bottom of the well ? -- I saw my face, my bodice, and my chain. -- Child, didst thou see aught else ? -- I saw there at the bottom of the well A man who wept My face, down there, was sore afraid of him ; And all the water in the well was naught But this man's tears I was afraid, and would not draw those tears Then came a woman, and I went aside But yet I saw, how shе drew up those tears And how shе drank them, looking all the while Up at the sky Then with her apron she did wipe her lips And went from thence -- and I, too, went my way The night is cometh, let thy spindle be Those who went by this way Spoke of their huts together, and the huts Seemed far, too far away