The Woodland Hallo

THE WOODLAND HALLÓ. (Perhaps) adapted for Music.

In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,
I am mistress, no mother have I;
Yet blithe are my days, for my father is good,
And kind is my lover hard by;
They both work together beneath the green shade, 5
Both woodmen, my father and Joe.
Where I’ve listen’d whole hours to the echo that made
So much of a laugh or—Halló.
From my basket at noon they expect their supply,
And with joy from my threshold I spring;10
For the woodlands I love, and the oaks waving high,
And Echo that sings as I sing.
Though deep shades delight me, yet love is my food,
As I call the dear name of my Joe;
His musical shout is the pride of the wood, 15
And my heart leaps to hear the—Halló.
Simple flowers of the grove, little birds live at ease,
I wish not to wander from you;
I’ll still dwell beneath the deep roar of your trees,
For I know that my Joe will be true.20
The trill of the robin, the coo of the dove,
Are charms that I’ll never forego;
But resting through life on the bosom of love,
Will remember the Woodland Halló.

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