Meadow and Orchard.

My heart is like a meadow,

Where clouds go over,

Dappling the mingled grass and clover

With mingled sun and shadow,

With light that will not stay

And shade that sails away.

Your heart is like an orchard,

That has the sun for ever in its leaves,

Where, on the grass beneath the trees,

There falls the shadow of the fruit

That ripen there for me.