On verdant bank, 'neath beechen tree
I sit, and sing of love and thee,
To thee, and love attune the lay,
Soft warbling thro' the live-long day,
And when the evening shades prevail,
Unwearied I pursue the tale.

When night in slumbers seals my eyes
Thy love-inspiring beauties rise,
In fancy's vivid colorings drest,
The radiant semblance stands confest:
And when at dappled dawn of day
The gentle vision steals away —
I rise — and 'neath the beechen tree
Retune the lyre to love and thee.