Come; lie with me in the grass br Of summer and feel the cool green br Blades give ground to our presence here. br Smell the white clover my dearest? br Its odoriferous fragrance br Pales by comparison with you. br Look! I see a four-leaf clover, br Though rare, it’s not as rare as you; br I picked you out amongst a crowd br And have been in love ever since. br That sun that kisses these flowers br Is not as warm as your kisses br And the warm rustling summer breeze br Lingers long about your tresses br Stilled by the jealous Aeolus br Who claims all things but you my dear.