Oft let me wander hand in hand with thee,
Through the green meadows or the leafy woods,
Where we can hear the mellow pipings free,
Of birds that soothe their passions in the floods
Of weeping melody. Their leafy woods
Make spring a paradise with songful flow,
And wild wood fragrance loads the passing breeze,
That stills to listen or doth fondly blow
The moistened odours in a long delight.
How oft, sweet friend, we met in this green wood,
Here hast thou knelt and poured thy heart to me,
In speechless friendship we have long stood
Musing together on each flower and tree.