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| COME in the evening, or come in the morning; | |
| Come when you ’re look’d for, or come without warning: | |
| Kisses and welcome you ’ll find here before you, | |
| And the oftener you come here the more I ’ll adore you! | |
| Light is my heart since the day we were plighted; | 5 |
| Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted; | |
| The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, | |
| And the linnets are singing, “True lovers don’t sever!” | |
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| I ’ll pull you sweet flowers, to wear if you choose them,— | |
| Or, after you’ve kiss’d them, they ’ll lie on my bosom; | 10 |
| I ’ll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you; | |
| I ’ll fetch from my fancy a tale that won’t tire you. | |
| Oh! your step’s like the rain to the summer-vex’d farmer, | |
| Or sabre and shield to a knight without armor; | |
| I ’ll sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me, | 15 |
| Then, wandering, I ’ll wish you in silence to love me. | |
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| We ’ll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie; | |
| We ’ll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy; | |
| We ’ll look on the stars, and we ’ll list to the river, | |
| Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her: | 20 |
| Oh! she ’ll whisper you—“Love, as unchangeably beaming, | |
| And trust, when in secret, most tunefully streaming; | |
| Till the starlight of heaven above us shall quiver, | |
| As our souls flow in one down eternity’s river.” | |
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| So come in the evening, or come in the morning; | 25 |
| Come when you ’re looked for, or come without warning: | |
| Kisses and welcome you ’ll find here before you, | |
| And the oftener you come here the more I ’ll adore you! | |
| Light is my heart since the day we were plighted; | |
| Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted; | 30 |
| The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, | |
| And the linnets are singing, “True lovers don’t sever!” | |
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