I never knew the earth had so much gold-
The fields run over with it, and this hill,
Hoary and old,
Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill. ...
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.