Chapter 20

 In the dark pine-wood
    I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow
    At noon of day.
 
How sweet to lie there,
    Sweet to kiss,
Where the great pine-forest
    Enaisled is!
 
Thy kiss descending
    Sweeter were
With a soft tumult
    Of thy hair.
 
O, unto the pine-wood
    At noon of day
Come with me now,
    Sweet love, away.