Wave that wand'rest singing by,
Bearing leaves and flow'rs with thee,
To the lady of my heart,
Waft a benison from me.

Wind that rov'st around the grove,
Kissing every flower nigh,
I'll send thee on a sweeter search,
Bear my own true love my sigh!

Bark that show'st my graven words,
Thine be yet a happier lot,
May'st thou meet my Maiden's eye,
Bidding her: Forget me not!