Birds in the high hall garden
When twilight was falling
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud
They were crying and calling

Where was Maud? in our wood;
And I who else? was with her
Gathering woodland lilies
Myriads blow together

Birds in our wood sang
Ringing thro' the valleys
Maud is here, here, here
In among the lilies

I kiss'd her slender hand
She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen
But she is tall and stately

I know the way she went
Home with her maiden posy
For her feet have touch'd the meadows
And left the daisies rosy