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Across the shimmering meadows -- / Ah, when he came to me! / In the spring-time, / In the night-time, / In the starlight, / Beneath the hawthorn tree.
Up from the misty marsh-land -- / Ah, when he climbed to me! / To my white bower, / To my sweet rest, / To my warm breast, / Beneath the hawthorn tree.
Ask of me what the birds sang, / High in the hawthorn tree; / What the breeze tells, / What the rose smells, / What the stars shine -- / Not what he said to me!