Now all day long we wander hand in hand, And taste of love in many wondrous ways; And still my fingers tremble with amaze To find they rest in hers at her command; We sit together in the sweet corn-land, Her light head quivering on my sunburnt throat, The while the gold threads of her loose hair float Along my shoulder by the light wind fanned: And thus for many days we lightly played Shepherd and shepherdess with mimic crook, And sunned and shaded in the elm-tree's nook; Until the newness of our love decayed, And then we rose and left the heights and strayed Along the glen and down beside the brook. |