IN ARCADIE

Heart of my heart, the long road lies

A streak of white across the down

To where the hill-tops touch the skies;

Then let us seek the mountain's crown

And cross its summit, bare and brown,

Heart of my heart, O come with me

To walk the ways of Arcadie.

Heart of my heart, right merrily

The little winds of Springtime blow,

The air is full of melody,

The birds are singing, soft and low;

Heart of my heart, then let us go

Across the hills, and wander free

The pleasant paths of Arcadie.

There sunny land and sunny sea

Lie drowsing in the noontide heat,

There song of bird and hum of bee

Mix in a music wild and sweet,

And in the thyme beneath our feet

Cicalas chirp their melody,

Across the hills in Arcadie.

Or, when the twilight shadows steep

The hill-tops with a misty light,

And stars their quiet watches keep

Through the short hours of summer night,

And glow-worms burn their lanterns bright,

The streams still murmur sleepily

Across the hills in Arcadie.

Heart of my heart, O let us leave

The toil and turmoil of the town,

And men that work and men that grieve,

And take the road across the down

And climb the hill-top, bare and brown;

Heart of my heart, O come with me

To walk the ways of Arcadie.