IN THE VALLEY.

By Arthur Symons

DOWN the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn,

Waiting for the maiden coming up between the corn.

Down below I hear the river babbling to the breeze,

And I see the sunlight kiss the tresses of the trees.

All the corn is shining with the tears of early rain:

Come, thou sunlight of mine eyes, and bring the dawn again!

Down the valley will I wander, singing songs forlorn,

Till I meet the maiden coming up between the corn.