A nymph here lies, her eyes a forest green,
Quiet light surrounds her shoulders bare;
An aweful sadness fills her soul, unseen.
The e'er-green needles found deep in forest mountains,
Fall gently on lavender skin and keep caress,
That beau of nature's splendid fountains,
That fair complexion of her breasts.
And next to her, lie I with eyes observant,
In a leaf bed, amidst the too tall trees,
And in these lines am I ever her servant,
And in this poem are we forever free.