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Over the fields of millet

A young bird tries its wings;

And wild as a woodland rillet,

Its first mad music rings rings—

Soul of my soul, where the meadows roll

What is the song it sings?

“Love, and a glad good-morrow,

Heart where the rapture is!

Good-morrow, good-morrow!

Adieu to sorrow!

Here is the road to bliss:

Where all day long you may hearken my song,

And kiss, kiss, kiss;”

Over the fields of clover,

Where the wild bee drones and sways,

The wind, like a shepherd lover,

Flutes on the fragrant ways—

Heart of my heart, where the blossoms part,

What is the air he plays?

“Love, and a song to follow,

Soul with the face a-gleam!

Come follow, come follow,

O’er hill and through hollow,

To the land o’ the bloom and beam:

Where, under the flowers, you may listen for hours,

And dream, dream, dream!”