  Walking with a virgin heart The green hills of May, Me, the Wind, she took as lover By her side to play. Let me toss her untied hair, Let me shake her gown, Careless though the daisies redden, Though the Sun frown. Scorning in her gay courage Lesser love than this, My cool spiritual embracing, My gentle kiss. So she walked, the proud lady, So danced or ran, So she loved with a calm heart, Neglecting man.... Fade, fail, innocent stars On the green of May; She has left our bournes for ever, Too fine to stay. |
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