The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!
Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?
O, that none ever loved but you and I!
Oh hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all of those lovers out and cry
O, my share of the world, O, yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.
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