1. There are the trees that saw them pass The happy fields among, When they were only lad and lass, That now are dead so long. 2. When they were only lass and lad, The nesting birds would sing As though their little hearts were mad With the new wine of spring. 3. And far across the wooded vale, How clear and sweet and strong The love-bedrunken nightingale Would sing their mating song!

4. They saw the summer glories glow And rain of autumn leaves, Nor wept that earth's own kind should go Where earth's own bosom heaves. 5. And they are gone! The trees remain, The birds are singing still, The footsteps of the wind and rain Are silver on the hill. 6. But still I see them dancing on, The bridegroom and the bride; The pained and mortal flesh is gone, The immortal joys abide.

7. Their eyes in every flower are glad, Their voice in every song, As they were still but lass and lad That now are dead so long.

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