As I wept in valleys wild
Crying out in bowers green,
From a tree came out a child
Whom to others rest unseen.
“Why art thou in such a woe?”
- Oh, you’ll never understand.
So he glanced inside my soul
And then took me by my hand.
“Look the trees, the joy of spring,
See the bower, the smiling lea,
Hear the birds, they happily sing,
Feel the nature lean to thee.
These trees shall forever stay,
This bower will forever be,
Death will take these birds away
But others then shall sing to thee.
But thou shalt not forever stay
Neither shalt forever be.
One day, alas! The icy clay
Shall shut thy earthly revelry.
But if thou lovest thy living breath
And everything to thee is mild
Why canst thou love also thy death?”
And then I looked that merry child:
And I hugged him close to me,
And we played until we sate,
And when I close my eyes I see
That smiling boy, and call him Fate.