Thou’rt My Lov’d One

The stars that shine above thee

The moon that swingeth low

And all the winds that love thee

The stream that singeth slow

They know that thou'rt my lov'd one

And bring me dreams of thee

The crimson poppies stain thy lips,

The rose gives thee perfume

Among the tendrils of thy hair

The night her charm doth twine

And from a bough the mocking bird doth sing in ecstasy

Ah were his song but mine