When Phyllis sighs
And from her eyes the light dies out:
My heart replies
With misery of deep-drawn breath
Even as it were at war with death

When Phyllis smiles
Her glance beguiles my heart
Thru love-lit woodland aisles
And thru the silence high and clear
A wooing warbler’s song, I hear
So frown not, Phyllis, lest I die
But look on me with smile or sigh