I hid my love when I was still young
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at the light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where're I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
I met her in the greenest of dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.
I hid my love in field and town
Till e'een the breeze would knock me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o'er
The fly's bass turned to a lios roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.
