Beauty

Oh hurry, where by water, among the trees,

The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,

When they have looked upon their images

Would none had ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed

Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,

When the sun looked out of his golden hood?

Oh, that none ever loved but you and I!

Oh hurry to the ragged wood, for there

I will drive all those lovers out and cry

Oh, my share of the world, O, yellow hair!

No one has ever loved but you and I..

Oh hurry, where by water, among the trees,