I arose, early in the morning Just as the dew was forming She was there, the day we shared In the meadow The day is bright, and the season it is changing My thoughts are rearranging The forest springs and the larks they sing In the meadow The nights are long and the mornings they come early The bindweeds they are curling The flowers bloom and the summer looms In the meadow By and by, her nature so enticed me She knew me so precisely We prepared a dwelling there In the meadow
meadow, bindweed, enticed, early, curling