(See Note) Fair Venevil Hastened With Tripping Feet Her Lover To Meet. He Sang, So It Rang O'Er The Church Far Away: "Good-Day! Good-Day!" And All The Little Birds Sang Right Merrily Their Lay: "Midsummer Day Brings Us Laughter And Play; But Later Know I Little, If She Twines Her Wreath So Gay!" She Twined Him A Wreath Of The Flowers Blue: "My Eyes For You!" He Tossed It And Caught It And To Her Did Bend: "Good-By, My Friend!" And Loudly He Exulted At The Field'S Far Distant End: "Midsummer Day Brings Us Laughter And Play; But Later Know I Little, If She Twines Her Wreath So Gay!" She Twined Him A Wreath: "Do At All You Care For My Golden Hair?" She Twined One, And Gave In Life'S Hour So Rare Her Red Lips' Pair; He Took Them And He Pressed Them, And He Blushed As She Did There. She Twined One All White As A Lily-Band: "'T Is My Right Hand." She Twined One Blood-Red, With Her Love In Each Strand: "'T Is My Left Hand." He Took Them Both And Kept Them Both, But Would Not Understand. She Twined Of The Flowers That Bloomed Around "Every One I Found!" She Gathered And Twined, While Tears Would Her Eyes Fill: "Take Them You Will!" In Silence Then He Took Them, But To Flight He Turned Him Still. She Twined One So Large, Of Discordant Hue: "My Bride'S-Wreath True!" She Twined It And Twined, Till Her Fingers Were Sore: "Crown Me, I Implore!" But When She Turned, He Was Not There, She Never Saw Him More. She Twined Yet Undaunted Without A Stay At Her Bride'S-Array. But Now It Was Long Past The Midsummer Day, All The Flowers Away: She Twined It Of The Flowers, Though They All Were Now Away! "Midsummer Day Brings Us Laughter And Play; But Later Know I Little, If She Twines Her Wreath So Gay!"