I	Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet;
II	The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue,
III	At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies,
IV	When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate,
V	Lean out of the window, Goldenhair,
VI	I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
VII	My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees,
VIII	Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her?
IX	Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee
X	Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow:
XI	Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days,
XII	What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
XIII	Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come,
XIV	My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise!
XV	From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love’s deep slumber and from death,
XVI	O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go
XVII	Because your voice was at my sidew I gave him pain,
XVIII	O sweetheart, hear you Your lover’s tale;
XIX	Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you:
XX	In the dark pine-wood I would we lay,
XXI	He who hath glory lost, nor hath Found any soul to fellow his,
XXII	Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain—
XXIII	This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is,
XXIV	Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair,
XXV	Lightly come or lightly go: Though thy heart presage thee woe,
XXVI	Thou leanest to the shell of night, Dear lady, a divining ear.
XXVII	Though I thy Mithridates were, Framed to defy the poison-dart,
XXVIII	Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;
XXIX	Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
XXX	Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played
XXXI	O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree
XXXII	Rain has fallen all the day. O come among the laden trees:
XXXIII	Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make
XXXIV	Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart!
XXXV	All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan,
XXXVI	I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: