Defton Wood.

I held my way through Defton Wood,         And on to Wandor Hall;     The dancing leaf let down the light,         In hovering spots to fall.     "O young, young leaves, you match me well,"         My heart was merry, and sung -     "Now wish me joy of my sweet youth;         My love - she, too, is young!             O so many, many, many          Little homes above my head!             O so many, many, many          Dancing blossoms round me spread!             O so many, many, many          Maidens sighing yet for none!             Speed, ye wooers, speed with any -          Speed with all but one."     I took my leave of Wandor Hall,         And trod the woodland ways.     "What shall I do so long to bear         The burden of my days?"     I sighed my heart into the boughs         Whereby the culvers cooed;     For only I between them went         Unwooing and unwooed.             "O so many, many, many          Lilies bending stately heads!             O so many, many, many          Strawberries ripened on their beds!             O so many, many, many          Maids, and yet my heart undone!             What to me are all, are any -          I have lost my - one."