We Have The Receipt Of Fern Seed: We Walk Invisible. - Henry Iv And We Have Met But Twice Or Thrice! - Three Times Enough To Make Me Love! - I Praised Your Hair Once; Then Your Glove; Your Eyes; Your Gown; - You Were Like Ice; And Yet This Might Suffice, My Love, And Yet This Might Suffice. St. John Hath Told Me What To Do: To Search And Find The Ferns That Grow The Fern Seed That The Faeries Know; Then Sprinkle Fern Seed In My Shoe, And Haunt The Steps Of You, My Dear, And Haunt The Steps Of You. You'll See The Poppy Pods Dip Here; The Blow-Ball Of The Thistle Slip, And No Wind Breathing - But My Lip Next To Your Anxious Cheek And Ear, To Tell You I Am Near, My Love, To Tell You I Am Near. On Wood-Ways I Shall Tread Your Gown - You'll Know It Is No Brier! - Then I'll Whisper Words Of Love Again, And Smile To See Your Quick Face Frown: And Then I'll Kiss It Down, My Dear, And Then I'll Kiss It Down. And When At Home You Read Or Knit, - Who'll Know It Was My Hands That Blotted The Page? - Or All Your Needles Knotted? When In Your Rage You Cry A Bit: And Loud I Laugh At It, My Love, And Loud I Laugh At It. The Secrets That You Say In Prayer Right So I'll Hear: And, When You Sing, The Name You Speak; And Whispering I'll Bend And Kiss Your Mouth And Hair, And Tell You I Am There, My Dear, And Tell You I Am There. Would It Were True What People Say! - Would I _Could_ Find That Elfin Seed! Then Should I Win Your Love, Indeed, By Being Near You Night And Day - There Is No Other Way, My Love, There Is No Other Way. Meantime The Truth In This Is Said: It Is My Soul That Follows You; It Needs No Fern Seed In The Shoe, - While In The Heart Love Pulses Red, To Win You And To Wed, My Dear, To Win You And To Wed.