Who goes amid the green wood
With
springtide all adorning her--
Who goes amid the
merry green wood
To make it
merrier?
Who passes in the sunlight
By ways that know the light footfall--
Who passes in the sweet sunlight
With mien so virginal?
The ways of all the woodland
Gleam with a soft and golden fire--
For whom does all the sunny woodland
Carry so brave attire?
O, it is for my true love
The woods their rich apparel wear--
O, it is for my own true love
That is so young and fair.
- James Joyce, Chamber Music.