Frederick Delius — Birds in the High Hall Garden

Birds in the high hall garden When twilight was falling Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud They were crying and calling Where was Maud? in our wood; And I who else? was with her Gathering woodland lilies Myriads blow together Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro' the valleys Maud is here, here, here In among the lilies I kiss'd her slender hand She took the kiss sedately; Maud is not seventeen But she is tall and stately I know the way she went Home with her maiden posy For her feet have touch'd the meadows And left the daisies rosy