The Rivals

In the scented bud of the morning -- O,
  When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
  In the field where the daises are.

We did not laugh [and]1 we did not speak
  As we wandered [happily]2 to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
  In the bud of the morning -- O!

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
  A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
As she and I went hand in hand
  In the field where the daisies are.

Dip and swing,
   Lift and sway ;
Dream a life,
   In a dream, away.
Like a dream
   In a sleep
Is the rose
   In the wind ;
And a fish
   In the deep ;
And a man
   In the mind :
Dreaming to lack
   All that is his ;
Dreaming to gain
   All that he is.
Dreaming a life,
   In a dream, away ;
Dip and swing,
   Lift and sway.

Sing while you may, O bird upon the tree!
  Although on high, wide-winged above the day,
Chill evening broadens to immensity,
  Sing while you may.
 
On thee, wide-hovering too, intent to slay,
  The hawk's slant pinion buoys him terribly --
Thus near the end is of thy happy lay.
 
The day and thou and miserable me
  Dark wings shall cover up and hide away
Where no song stirs of bird or memory:
  Sing while you may.

I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me.

I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn
And the wind was on the lea;
I was singing at the time
Just as prettily as he.

I was singing all the time,
Just a prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn
And the wind upon the lea;
So I didn't listen to him
As he sang upon a tree.