In the dark pinewood
I would we lay
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day
How sweet to lie there
Sweet to kiss
Where the great pine forest
Enaisled is!
My dove, my beautiful one
Arise, arise!
The nightdew lies
Upon my lips and eyes
The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise
My dove, my beautiful one!
Thy kiss descending
Sweeter were
With a soft tumult
Of thy hair
Sweetly. Gently. Secretly
The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head
From dewy dreams
My soul, arise
My fair one, my fair dove
Arise, arise
O, unto the pinewood
At noon of day
Come with me now
Sweet love, away