By a lonely forest pathway

By a lonely forest pathway

I am fain at eve to flee

To the dreary rushy beaches,

Dearest, there to dream of thee!

And I watch the woods grow darker,

Hear the reeds' mysterious sighs,

Hear them whisp'ring and complaining,

Till my tears, my tears arise.

And I fancy 'tis the accents

Of thy voice that round me play,

Till the music of thy singing

On the water dies away.