Green branches

Wave, wave, green branches, wave me far away

To where the forest deepens and the hillwinds, sleeping, stay:

Where Peace doth fold her twilight wings, and through the heart of day

There goes the rumour of passing hours grown faint and grey.

Wave, wave, green branches, my heart like a bird doth hover

Above the nesting-place your green-gloom shadows cover:

O come to my nesting heart, come close, come close, bend over,

Joy of my heart, my life, my prince, my lover!