Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

May Song II

BETWEEN wheatfield and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between pasture and tree, Where's my sweetheart Tell it me! Sweetheart caught I Not at home; She's then, thought I. Gone to roam. Fair and loving Blooms sweet May; Sweetheart's roving, Free and gay. By the rock near the wave, Where her first kiss she gave, On the greensward, to me,— Something I see! Is it she?