Told me all that they knew
Of the flowers that grew
In the beautiful meadows that dreamed at my feet!
"And the wild wind's caresses
Oft rumpled my tresses;
But, sometimes, as soft as a mother's lip presses
On the brow of the child of her bosom, it laid
Its lips on my leaves, and I was not afraid,
And I listened and heard
The small heart of each bird,