text:  Here in the hush and stillness of mid-noon The lover lay and thought upon his love; With blithesome voice he spoke to me: "Be thou My witness stone!--Yet therefore vaunt thee not For thou hast many partners of my joy-- To every rock that crowns this grassy dell And looks on me and my felicity; To every forest-stem that I embrace In my entrancement as I roam along Stand thou for a memorial of my bliss! All mingle with my rapture and to all I lift a consecrating cry of joy