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VENEVIL II
And all the little birds sang right merrily their lay :
“« Midsummer Day
Brings us laughter and play;
But later know [ little, if she twines her wreath so gay!”
She twined him a wreath of the flowers blue:
«My eyes for you!”
He tossed it and caught it and to her did bend:
““Good-by, my friend!”
And loudly he exulted at the field’s far distant end:
“ Midsummer Day
Brings us laughter and play;
But later know I little, if she twines her wreath so gay!”
She twined him a wreath: “ Do at all you care
For my golden hair?”
She twined one, and gave in life’s hour so rare
Her red lips’ pair;
He took them and he pressed them, and he blushed as she
did there.
She twined one all white as a lily-band:
«“?T is my right hand.”
She twined one blood-red, with her love in each strand:
“?T is my left hand.”
He took them both and kept them both, but would not
understand.
She twined of the flowers that bloomed around:
“Every one I found!”
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