In a herber green asleep whereas I lay, <br /> The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day; <br /> I dreamed fast of mirth and play: <br /> In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. <br /> <br />Methought I walked still to and fro, <br /> And from her company I could not go; <br /> But when I wak'd it was not so: <br /> In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. <br /> <br />Therefore my heart is surely pight <br /> Of her alone to have a sight, <br /> Which is my joy and heart's delight: <br /> In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.<br /><br />Robert Wever<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-herber-green-asleep-whereas-i-lay/
