My Woodland Bride.

Here upon the mountain-side

Till now we met together;

Here I won my woodland bride,

In flush of summer weather.

Green was then the linden-bough,

This dear retreat that shaded;

Autumn winds are round me now,

And the leaves have faded.

She whose heart was all my own,

In this summer-bower,

With all pleasant things has flown,

Sunbeam, bird, and flower!

But her memory will stay

With me, though we're parted —

From the scene I turn away,

Lone and broken-hearted!