而当我向她走近，一切都前功尽弃。
I talk to the birds as they sg ithe orn，
The rks and the sparrows that sprg fro the rn，
The chaffd l that sgthe bh，
Till the zephyr-like breezes all bidto hh；
Then silent I go andfancy I steal
A kiss fro the lips of a na I nceal；
But should I et her Ive cherished for years，
I pass bysilence，fondness and tears.
Yes， I pass hersilend say not a word，
And the noise of y footsteps ay scarcely be heard；
I scarcely presu to cast on her y eye，
And then for a week I do nothg but sigh.
If I look on a wild flower I see her face there；
There it isits beauty， all radiant and fair；
And should she pass by， Ive nothg to say，
We are both ofsilent and have our own way.
I talk to the birds， the d and the ra；
My love to y dear one I never exp；
I talk to the flowers which are grog all wild，
As if one was herself and the other her child；
I utter sweet wordsy fanciful way，
But if she es by Ive nothg to say；
To look for a kiss I would if I dare，
But I feel yself lost wheo y fair.