On sunny summer evenings I shall wander down a bridle-path,The tall corn-blades will fondle me the while I tramp the turf;And dreaming, I shall feel the chilly sweetness on my idle path.And as a wave the wind shall lave my naked brow like surf.
I shall not speak a word, no thought shall fill the heart or head of me,But love shall flow and fill my soul with its o'er-brimming tide;And I shall wander far away, a gipsy in the tread of me,As happy there with Nature fair as lover with his bride.
