the window,
Goldenhair,

VI

VI
I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)

VII

VII
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,

VIII

VIII
Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?

IX

IX
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:

XI

XI
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,

XII

XII
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,

XIII

XIII
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,

XIV

XIV
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!

XV

XV
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,

XVI

XVI
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go

XVII

XVII
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,

XVIII

XVIII
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;

XIX

XIX
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:

XX

XX
In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,

XXI

XXI
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,

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