WAITING.

Come to the hills, the woods are green —

The heart is high when LOVE is sweet —

There is a brook that flows between

Two mossy trees where we can meet,

Where we can meet and speak unseen.

I hear you laughing in the lane —

The heart is high when LOVE is sweet —

The clover smells of sun and rain

And spreads a carpet for our feet,

Where we can sit and dream again.

Come to the woods, the dusk is here —

The heart is high when LOVE is sweet —

A bird upon the branches near

Sets music to our hearts’ glad beat,

Our hearts that beat with something dear.

I hear your step; the lane is passed;—

The heart is high when LOVE is sweet —

The little stars come bright and fast,

Like happy eyes to see us greet,

To see us greet and kiss at last.