Streets to left, and streets to right,

Dull and dank it seems,

As I wander in the night

Wakened from my dreams.

Yearning,

Burning,

Pain and smart,

Whither dost thou sink, my heart?
Whither dost thou sink, my heart?

There’s a house with shutters green

Far away from town,

Where the river rolls serene

Moving, murmuring down.

Bowers,

Flowers!

Fold it in!

Would I were a guest within!
Would I were a guest within!