Ifoundto-day out walkingThe flower my love loves best.What, when I stooped to pluck it,Could dare my hand arrest?Was it a snake lay curlingAbout the root’s thick crown?Or did some hidden brambleTear my hand reaching down?There was no snake uncurling,And no thorn wounded me;’Twas my heart checked me, sighingShe is beyond the sea.
Ifoundto-day out walkingThe flower my love loves best.What, when I stooped to pluck it,Could dare my hand arrest?Was it a snake lay curlingAbout the root’s thick crown?Or did some hidden brambleTear my hand reaching down?There was no snake uncurling,And no thorn wounded me;’Twas my heart checked me, sighingShe is beyond the sea.
Ifoundto-day out walkingThe flower my love loves best.What, when I stooped to pluck it,Could dare my hand arrest?
Ifoundto-day out walking
The flower my love loves best.
What, when I stooped to pluck it,
Could dare my hand arrest?
Was it a snake lay curlingAbout the root’s thick crown?Or did some hidden brambleTear my hand reaching down?
Was it a snake lay curling
About the root’s thick crown?
Or did some hidden bramble
Tear my hand reaching down?
There was no snake uncurling,And no thorn wounded me;’Twas my heart checked me, sighingShe is beyond the sea.
There was no snake uncurling,
And no thorn wounded me;
’Twas my heart checked me, sighing
She is beyond the sea.