The Youth In The Woods Spent The Whole Day Long, The Whole Day Long; For There He Had Heard Such A Wonderful Song, Wonderful Song. Willow-Wood Gave Him A Flute So Fair, A Flute So Fair, - To Try, If Within Were The Melody Rare, Melody Rare. Melody Whispered And Said: "I Am Here!" Said: "I Am Here!" But While He Was Listening, It Fled From His Ear, Fled From His Ear. Oft When He Slept, It To Him Crept, It To Him Crept; And Over His Forehead In Love It Swept, In Love It Swept. When He Would Seize It, His Sleep Took Flight, His Sleep Took Flight; The Melody Hung In The Pallid Night, In The Pallid Night. "Lord, O My God, Take Me Therein, Take Me Therein! The Melody Rare All My Soul Doth Win, My Soul Doth Win." Answered The Lord: "'T Is Your Friend Alone, Your Friend Alone; Though Never An Hour You It Shall Own, You It Shall Own."