Maid of the Wilderness
Maid of the wilderness,
Sweet in thy rural dress,
Fond thy rich lips I press
Under this tree.
Morning her health bestows,
Sprinkles dews on the rose,
That by the bramble grows:
Maid happy be.
Womanhood round thee glows,
Wander with me.
The restharrow blooming,
The sun just a-coming,
Grass and bushes illuming,
And the spreading oak tree;
Come hither, sweet Nelly,
* * *
The morning is loosing
Its incense for thee.
The pea-leaf has dews on;
Love wander with me.
We’ll walk by the river,
And love more than ever;
There’s nought shall dissever
My fondness from thee.
Soft ripples the water,
Flags rustle like laughter,
And fish follow after;
Leaves drop from the tree.
Nelly, Beauty’s own daughter,
Love, wander with me.