O happy eyes, for you will see
My love, my lady pass today;
What I may not, that may you say
And ask for answer daringly.
O happy eyes.

O happy flow'rs that touch her dress,
That touch her dress and take her smile,
O whisper to her all the while
Some words of love in idleness.
O happy flowers.

O happy airs that touch her cheek,
And lightly kiss and float away,
So carelessly as if in play,
Why take ye all the joy I seek?

O happy eyes my love to see,
Alas! alas! I may not greet
With word or touch my lady sweet;
More happy eyes, say all for me.

Like the rosy northern glow 
Flushing on a moonless night 
Where the world is level snow, 
So thy light. 

In my time of outer gloom 
Thou didst come, a tender lure; 
Thou, when life was but a tomb, 
Beamedst pure.

Thus I looked to heaven again, 
Yearning up with eager eyes, 
As sunflow'rs after dreary rain 
Drink the skies. 

Oh glow on and brighter glow, 
Let me ever gaze on thee, 
Lest I lose warm hope and so 
Cease to be.

My love dwelt in a northern land
A dim tower in a forest green 
Was his, and far away the sand,
And gray wash of the waves were seen,
The woven forest boughs between.

And through the northern summer night 
The sunset slowly died away,
And herds of strange deer, silver white,
Came gleaming through the forest gray,
And fled like ghosts before the day.

And oft, that month, we watch'd the moon
Wax great and white o'er wood and lawn, 
And wane, with waning of the June,
Till, like a brand for battle drawn,
She fell, and flamed in a wild dawn.]

I know not if the forest green
Still girdles round that castle gray,
I know not if, the boughs between,
The white deer vanish ere the day.
The grass above my love is green,
My heart is colder than the clay.