My Faithful Friend, If You Can See The Fruit To Grow Up, Or The Tree; If You Can See The Colour Come Into The Blushing Pear Or Plum; If You Can See The Water Grow To Cakes Of Ice, Or Flakes Of Snow; If You Can See That Drop Of Rain Lost In The Wild Sea Once Again; If You Can See How Dreams Do Creep Into The Brain By Easy Sleep: Then There Is Hope That You May See Her Love Me Once, Who Now Hates Me.