The Cowherd and the Spinning-Maid[5]

Brightly shines the Starry River Flowing down the Heavenly glade; From the north-west comes the 'Herd-Boy', From the south-east looks the 'Maid'. Quickly waves a white hand shapely, Sadly smiles her beauteous face, When she sees her faithful lover Far across the glittering space. Arms stretched out towards each other— With impulsive feet they stand; Eyes with sorrow's tears bedewèd— On the Star-Stream's shining strand. But, alas, that bridgeless River Is the cause of all their pain, Dooming 'Spinning-Maid' and 'Herd-Boy' Nevermore to meet again.