Beckon to me to come

Beckon to me to come

With handkerchief or hand,

Or finger mere or thumb;

Let forecasts be but rough,

Parents more bleak than bland

'Twill be enough

Maid mine,

'Twill be enough!

Two fields, a wood, a tree,

Nothing now more malign

Lies between you and me;

But were they bysm, or bluff,

Or snarling sea, one sign

Would be enough

Maid mine,

Would be enough!