WHILE the woods were green, <br />'Oh I' she sang, 'my heart is new, <br />Leaping, longing, in my breast: <br />Let him come that loves me true, <br />Let him come that I love best, <br />I will tell him what I mean, <br />Now the wood-birds tell it too, <br />Now the woods are green.' <br /> <br />While the woods were bare, <br />'Oh I' she sighed, 'my heart is grey, <br />Shrinking, shivering, in my breast: <br />Love me, hate me, as they may, <br />None of them do I love best: <br />Let me be alone with care, <br />Now the wood-birds hide away, <br />Now the woods are bare.'<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-the-woods-were-green/
