When you sit ’twill be still, when you rise it will move.
And when you are out some fine day in the sun,
I’ll take you where shadows of apple-trees lie;
And houses and cottages, too, every one
Casts a shade when the sun’s shining bright in the sky.
Now hold up your mouth and give me a sweet kiss—
Our shadows kiss too—don’t you see it quite plain?
“Oh, yes; and I thank you for telling me this;
I’ll not be afraid of a shadow again.”