In the full bliss of summer,
and in the fair Maytide,
Within his heart could never,
again such joy abide
As now did fill his bosom;
the while he there did stand,
And her whom he desirèd
was holding hand in hand.
In the full bliss of summer,
and in the fair Maytide,
Within his heart could never,
again such joy abide
As now did fill his bosom;
the while he there did stand,
And her whom he desirèd
was holding hand in hand.