Full Lyrics
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The whiterose told me of your brow,
The redrose of your cheek;
The lily of your bended head;
The bindweed of your hair;
Each looked its loveliest and said
You were more fair.
I went into the wood anon,
And heard the wild birds sing,
How sweet you were; they warbled on,
Piped, trilled, the selfsame thing.
Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,
The burden did repeat,
And still began again because
You were more sweet.
And then I went down to the sea,
And heard its murmuring too,
Part of an ancient mystery,
All made of me and you;
How many a thousand years ago
I loved, and you were sweet—
Longer I could not stay, and so
I fled back to your feet.
