Solitude in the woods

Yesterday evening in the peaceful stillness,

I saw in the wood a blackbird;

as I sat there,

forgetful of myself,

my darling creeps up to me

and kisses me.

For every leaf upon the linden,

a thousand times my darling kissed me;

I must confess

there was no one about to see,

and the blackbird will be my witness:

we were alone.