Sang Melite:

"_Rustling leaves of the willow-tree
Peering downward at you and me,
And no man else in the world to see,

"Only the birds, whose dusty coats
Show dark in the green,--whose throbbing throats
Turn joy to music and love to notes_.

"Lean your body against the tree,
Lifting your red lips up to me,
Melite, and kiss, with no man to see!

"And let us laugh for a little:--Yea,
Let love and laughter herald the day
When laughter and love will be put away.

"Then you will remember the willow-tree
And this very hour, and remember me,
Melite,--whose face you will no more see!

"So swift, so swift the glad time goes,
And Eld and Death with their countless woes
Draw near, and the end thereof no man knows,

"Lean your body against the tree,
Lifting your red lips up to me,
Melite, and kiss, with no man to see!"_