Of the twittering leaves and twilight
Of the wood,
"And I'll say, 'Here love convinces
Of his powers, of his powers.'"—
"And he'll say, 'Thou shalt be Princess
Of the Flowers.'"—
"And I'll whisper, 'Though thou shinest
As a goddess, love's divinest,
Loveless, lovely, lo! thou pinest
In thy bowers.'"—