From the grey peeling willow as idlers do
And I switched at the flies as I sat all alone
Till my flesh, blood & marrow wasted to the dry bone;
But the beauty o love was the blood o my heart.
And flew to the silence of sweet solitude;
Unseen of a shepherds & flower loving maids
There I'll burry alive & in silence decay
I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue
When I tried to speak to her I’d nothing to say
So I turned myself round & she wandered away;
So I sent sighs behind her & talked to my sell.
Ever lonely in crowds in natures own laws.
My drink was the fountain, my church the tall trees
Whoever would love or be tied to a wife
When it makes a man mad all the days of his life.