Mutual Longing Wife: " gather the mouse-ear With a basket to fill. Miss my husband dear And leave it empty still." Man: "The hill I’m climbing up Has tried and tired my horse. I'll drink my golden cup So as to gather force. "The height I'm climbing up Has dizzied my horse in strife. I drink my rhino cup, I climb the rocky hill, My wornout horse won’t go. My servant's very ill. O how great is my woe!