Four songs , opus 26

I dreamt I loved a Star,
A Star so far above me;
She said: "It is in vain,
Men seek to know and love me."

I dreamt that I was dead.
Methought that I was lying
Deep in a grave, deep down
The winds above me sighing.

In the darkness of the grave
I saw my Star below me.
She said: "My name is Peace,
And only here men know me."

Just a multitude of curls,
Weighing down a little head;
Two wide eyes, not blue nor gray,
Like the sky 'twixt night and day,
Small red mouth and all to say,
Has been sold.

Just a saucy word or glance
And a hand held out to kiss;
Just a curl a ribbon through
Just a flower fresh and blue,
And to think what men will do
Just for this! 

There’s a flush on the face of the apple trees
There are buds and blossoms and leaves all over.
The bees have found oh, the small, wise bees!
There’s a green lane full of sweet clover.
My love is a maid with a rose for a mouth,
And I hear her voice when the linnets sing.
My love is a dream from the soft, sweet South,
My love is a maid, and her name,
her name is Spring.

If the trees knew
how to run up and down the hill,
If the cats and dogs could talk
and we had to keep still,
If the flowers all should try
like birds to sing and fly,
And the birds were always found
growing up out of the ground,
Dear, wouldn’t that be queer?

If the babies when they came
were very old and tall,
And grew down instead of up
to be quite young and small,
If the sun should come out bright
in the middle of the night,
And the dark should come and stay
when we knew that it was day,
Dear, wouldn’t that be queer?