To run in companies. There, where the gay winds stay to woo           The young leaves as they pass, My love goes slowly, bending to           Her shadow on the grass; And where the sky's a pale blue cup           Over the laughing land, My love goes lightly, holding up           Her dress with dainty hand.

VII

В накидке легкой, продувной           Она идет по саду, И ветерки спешат гурьбой           Встречать свою отраду. Где ветеркам игривым рай —           Шалить, шуршать в листве, Она помедлит невзначай,           Склоняя тень к траве. И вновь, где бледный небосвод           Глядит на вешний дол, Она, как лодочка, плывет,           Чуть приподняв подол.

VIII

Who goes amid the green wood           With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood           To make it merrier? Who passes in the sunlight           By ways that know the light footfall? Who passes in the sweet sunlight           With mien so virginal? The ways of all the woodland           Gleam with a soft and golden fire — For whom does all the sunny woodland           Carry so brave attire? O, it is for my true love