Love Song by W.B. Yeats — Read

From the Gaelic / My love, we will go, we will go, I and you, / And away in the woods we will scatter the dew; / And the salmon behold, and the ousel too, / My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear, / The calling afar of the doe and the deer.

And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear, / And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood; / And death, oh my fair one, will never come near / In the bosom afar of the fragrant wood.