I Held My Way Through Defton Wood, And On To Wandor Hall; The Dancing Leaf Let Down The Light, In Hovering Spots To Fall. "O Young, Young Leaves, You Match Me Well," My Heart Was Merry, And Sung - "Now Wish Me Joy Of My Sweet Youth; My Love - She, Too, Is Young! O So Many, Many, Many Little Homes Above My Head! O So Many, Many, Many Dancing Blossoms Round Me Spread! O So Many, Many, Many Maidens Sighing Yet For None! Speed, Ye Wooers, Speed With Any - Speed With All But One." I Took My Leave Of Wandor Hall, And Trod The Woodland Ways. "What Shall I Do So Long To Bear The Burden Of My Days?" I Sighed My Heart Into The Boughs Whereby The Culvers Cooed; For Only I Between Them Went Unwooing And Unwooed. "O So Many, Many, Many Lilies Bending Stately Heads! O So Many, Many, Many Strawberries Ripened On Their Beds! O So Many, Many, Many Maids, And Yet My Heart Undone! What To Me Are All, Are Any - I Have Lost My - One."