While the woods were green

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WHILE the woods were green,
"Oh I" she sang, "my heart is new,
  Leaping, longing, in my breast:
Let him come that loves me true,
  Let him come that I love best,
I will tell him what I mean,
Now the wood-birds tell it too,
  Now the woods are green."

  While the woods were bare,
"Oh I" she sighed, "my heart is grey,
  Shrinking, shivering, in my breast:
Love me, hate me, as they may,
  None of them do I love best:
Let me be alone with care,
Now the wood-birds hide away,
  Now the woods are bare."

© Augusta Davies Webster