"Why do you weep?"

He answered:

"My soul was hurt in falling upon the earth. I cannot be cured because
my heart is too heavy."

"Will you have mine?" she said. "It is light. I will take yours and
carry it easily. Am I not accustomed to burdens?"

He gave her his heart and took hers. Immediately they smiled at each
other and hand in hand they followed the pathway.

The geese went in front of them like bits of the moon.

* * * * *

She said to him:

"I know that you are wise, and that I cannot know what you know. But
I know that I love you. You are from elsewhere, and you must have been
born in a wonderful cradle like that I once saw in a cart. It belonged
to rich people. Your mother must speak beautifully. I love you. You
must have loved women with very white faces, and I must seem ugly and
black to you. I was not born in a wonderful cradle. I was born in the
wheat of the fields at harvest time. They have told me this, and also
that my mother and I and a little lamb to which a ewe had given
birth on that same day were carried home on an ass. Rich people have
horses."