WILD RASPBERRY. 



When the dim forest droops its leaves, 

 Think that the soul within it grieves, 

 Because its shadow no more receives 

 Two lovers faithful-hearted. 



When the sweet flowers droop and die. 

 Think that my hopes all withered lie ; 



Think how my heart is broken ! 

 When, in April, with sun and rain, 

 Violets blossom on hill and plain. 

 Think thou couldst call me to life again. 



By the sweet word still unspoken. 



When I send thee a red, red rose, — 

 The sweetest flower on earth that grows! 



Think, dear heart, how I love thee ! 

 Listen to what the sweet rose saith 

 With her crimson leaf and her fragrant breath, — 

 Love, I am thine, in life and death ! 



O my love, dost thou love me 7 



Frotn " Exotics." Translated by L. C. 



