With the rain in your eyes, on your cheek,
And perhaps, on the top of the hill, by the cliff, I shall find
A fairy will speak!
“Oh, yes, there are fairies up there,
With faces fresh in the dew—
The wild wind kisses their wild long hair,
And they run by the side of you.
“I’m sorry you’re angry, like this,
But I don’t think I want to be friends—”
“If I gave you your kiss—