I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea!
I was singing at the time,
Just as prettily as he!

I was singing all the time,
Just as prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn,
And the wind upon the lea!
So I didn't listen to him,
As he sang upon a tree!

HIGH and solemn mountains guard Rioupéroux
 –Small untidy village where the river drives a mill–
Frail as wood anemones, white and frail were you,
 And drooping a little, like the slender daffodil.

O I will go to France again, and tramp the valley through,
And I will change these gentle clothes for clog and corduroy,
And work with the mill-hands of black Rioupéroux,
And walk with you, and talk with you, like any other boy.

HOW splendid in the morning glows
  the lily; with what grace he throws
His supplication to the rose:
  do roses nod the head, Yasmin?