A Country Girl In Love
You don’t have to go to the dale
To find her playing with a butterfly;
She would hide from you
As she is young and shy;
You can’t see her among trees and bushes
For she does not stay in a place;
Just track down her in fields
On her head she has done a new lace;
She may be on the hill, sitting on stone
And staring at the sky in a pensive mood;
She has been going there to watch
The flitting clouds since her childhood;
Yonder at the edge of dale you can see
Her squatting by the river side playing;
With sands, snails and ...
Walking down the path across the fields
Whistling a song of olden days
I spotted her winnowing the chaffs
Sitting in the sheds of stacks of hays.
Two curls danced on her cheeks
As her head moved up and down
Often I missed her as she moved
Amidst green, gold, and brown.