Midsummer

Do you remember how we used to go

Into the woods at midsummer? --

For, after all, 'twas not so long ago --

And leave our horses tethered by the stream,

And then steal farther in to kiss and dream --

At midsummer.

A hidden place it was of rock and pine,

There would we eat our bread and drink our wine,

And laugh -- ah! how we laughed the laugh divine,

There in the woods at midsummer.

Then on a sudden grave and strange we were,

With joy, like anguish, holding fast our eyes,

While I would frame your face in your deep hair

Falling across the hills of Paradise;

And start, for fear 'twas foot of some chance comer,

There in the woods at midsummer.