May Song

May Song

BETWEEN wheatfield and corn,

Between hedgerow[186]and thorn，

Between pasture and tree,

Where’s my sweetheart

Tell it me!

Sweetheart caught I

Not at home;

She’s then,thought I.

Gone to roam.

Fair and loving

Blooms sweet May;

Sweetheart’s roving,

Free and gay.

By the rock near the wave,

Where her first kiss she gave,

On the greensward,to me,—

Something I see!

Is it she?

1812.