Love in the Open Air.

I'll love you in the open air

But stuffy rooms and blazing fires

And mirrors with familiar stare

Cloak and befoul my high desires.

The dearest day that I have known

Was in the fields, when driving rain

Was like a veil around us thrown,

A grey close veil without a stain.

The young oak-tree was stripped and bare

But naked twigs a shelter made,

Where curious cows came round to stare

And stood astonished and dismayed.

Let it be rain or summer sun,

Smell of wet earth or scent of flowers,

Love, once more give me, give me one

Of these enchanted lover's hours.