O Hurry Where By Water Among The Trees The Delicate-Stepping Stag And His Lady Sigh, When They Have But Looked Upon Their Images -- Would None Had Ever Loved But You And I! Or Have You Heard That Sliding Silver-Shoed Pale Silver-Proud Queen-Woman Of The Sky, When The Sun Looked Out Of His Golden Hood? -- O That None Ever Loved But You And I! O Hurry To The Ragged Wood, For There I Will Drive All Those Lovers Out And Cry -- O My Share Of The World, O Yellow Hair! No One Has Ever Loved But You And I.