The blue starred eyes of springtime

The blue-starred eyes of springtime;

Peep from the grass around,

They are the gentle violets

Which to a wreath I bound.

I ponder as I break them,

And all that hidden tale

Of heartfelt love and longing

Sings loud the nightingale.

Yea, what I think she chanteth

Gladly in joyous tone;

I fear my tender secret

To all the wood is known.