"And I," said the mother, "I feel so uneasy, as if a heavy thunderstorm were coming."
But little Marleen sat and wept and wept.
Then the bird came flying towards the house and settled on the roof.
"I do feel so happy," said the father, "and how beautifully the sun shines; I feel just as if I were going to see an old friend again."
"Ah!" said the wife, "and I am so full of distress and uneasiness that my teeth chatter, and I feel as if there were a fire in my veins," and she tore open her dress; and all the while little Marleen sat in the corner and wept, and the plate on her knees was wet with her tears.
The bird now flew to the juniper tree and began singing—
"My mother killed her little son;
the mother shut her eyes and her ears, that she might see and hear nothing, but there was a roaring sound in her ears like that of a violent storm, and in her eyes a burning and flashing like lightning—
My father grieved when I was gone;
"Look, mother," said the man, "at the beautiful bird, that is singing so magnificently; and how warm and bright the sun is, and what a delicious scent of spice in the air!"
My sister loved me best of all;
then little Marleen laid her head down on her knees and sobbed.
"I must go outside and see the bird nearer," said the man.
