Where all day long you may hearken my song,

And kiss, kiss, kiss!"

Over the fields of clover,

Where the wild bee drones and sways,

The wind, like a shepherd lover,

Flutes on the fragrant ways—

Heart of my heart, where the blossoms part,

What is the air he plays?

"Love, and a song to follow,

Soul with the face a-gleam!

Come follow, come follow,

O'er hill and o'er hollow,

To the land o' the bloom and beam;

Where under the flowers you may listen for hours,

And dream, dream, dream!"

7

 He speaks, letting the boat drift.

Here the shores are irised. Grasses

Clump the water dark that glasses

Broken wood and deepened distance.

 Prev. P 46/126 next