I. My Love Went Berrying Where Brooks Were Merrying And Wild Wings Ferrying Heaven'S Amethyst; The Wildflowers Blessed Her, My Dearest Hester, The Winds Caressed Her, The Sunbeams Kissed. Ii. I Followed, Carrying Her Basket; Varying Fond Hopes Of Marrying With Hopes Denied; Both Late And Early She Deemed Me Surly, And Bowed Her Curly Fair Head And Sighed: Iii. "The Skies Look Lowery; It Will He Showery; No Longer Flowery The Way I Find. No Use In Going. 'T Will Soon Be Snowing If You Keep Growing Much More Unkind." Iv. Then Looked Up Tearfully. And I, All Fearfully, Replied, "My Dear, Fully Will I Explain: I Love You Dearly, But Look Not Cheerly Since All Says Clearly I Love In Vain." V. Then Smiled She Airily; And Answered Merrily With Words That - Verily Made Me Decide: And Drawing Tow'Rd Her, I There Implored Her - I Who Adored Her - To Be My Bride. Vi. O Sweet Simplicity Of Young Rusticity, Without Duplicity, Whom Love Made Know, That Hearts In Meter Make Earth Completer; And Kisses, Sweeter Than - Berries Grow.