By the stream so cool and clear, 
And thro' the caves where breezes languish, 
Soothing still my tender anguish,
Hoping still to find my lover, 
I have wander'd far and near,
O where shall I the youth discover!

Sleeps he in your breezy shade, 
Ye rocks with moss and ivy waving, 
On some bank where wild waves laving,
Murmur thro' the twisted willow; 
On that bank, O were I laid,
How soft should be my lover's pillow!