In the Dark Pine-Wood

In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day. How sweet to lie there,
Sweet to kiss,
Where the great pine-forest
Enaisled is! Thy kiss descending
Sweeter were
With a soft tumult
Of thy hair. O unto the pine-wood
At noon of day
Come with me now,
Sweet love, away.