Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature

I Have Nothing To Speak Of But My Self-and What Can I Say But What I Feel.

Let Us Away, My Love, With Happy Speed; There Are No Ears To Hear, Or Eyes To See, - Drown'd All In Rhenish And The Sleepy Mead. Awake! Arise! My Love And Fearless Be, For O'er The Southern Moors I Have A Home For Thee.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.

To Sorrow I Bade Good-morrow, And Thought To Leave Her Far Away Behind; But Cheerly, Cheerly, She Loves Me Dearly: She Is So Constant To Me, And So Kind.