Today when you went up the hill
And all that I could see
Was just a speck of black and white
Very far from me,
Those must be masts of ships the gazer sees
On through the little gap in the park trees
So far away that seeing almost fails.
If I had six white horses
And six sturdy friends,
I'd sell them into slavery,
If that would gain your ends.
O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty,
You must have studied this only the ages long!
In this little school
Life goes so sweetly,
Day on azure day
Is lost completely.
Do you remember still the little song
I mumbled on the hill at Aura, how
I told you it was made for Katie's sake
He has a fairy wife.
He does not know her.
She is the heart of the storm,
Of the clouds that lower.
He looks in my heart and the image there
Is himself, himself, than himself more fair.
And he thinks of my heart as a mirror clear
I dreamt last night
That spring had come.
Across green fields I saw a blur
Of crimson-blossomed plum.