She leaned out into the soft June weather, br With her long loose tresses the night breeze played; br Her eyes were as blue as the bells on the heather: br Oh, what is so fair as a fair young maid! br br She folded her hands, like the leaves of a lily, br 'My life, ' she said, 'is a night in June, br Fair and quiet, and calm and stilly; br Bring me a change, O changeful moon! br br 'Who would drift on a lake forever? br Young hearts weary - it is not strange, br And sigh for the beautiful bounding river; br New moon, true moon, bring me a change! ' br br The rose that rivalled her maiden blushes br Dropped from her breast, at a strangers feet; br Only a glance; but the hot blood rushes br To mantle a fair face, shy and sweet. br br To and fro, while the moon is waning, br They walk, and the stars shine on above; br And one is in earnest, and one is feigning - br Oh, what is so sweet as a sweet young love? br br A young life crushed, and a young heart broken, br A bleak wind blows through the lovely bower, br And all that remains of the love vows spoken - br Is the trampled leaf of a faded flower. br br The night is dark, for the moon is failing - br And what is so pale as a pale old moon? br Cold is the wind through the tree tops wailing - br Woe that the change should come so soon.