I opened the casement this morn at starlight
And, the moment I got out of bed
The daisies were quaking about in their white
And the cowslip was nodding its head
The gra** was all shivers, the stars were all bright
And Robin that should come at e'en
I thought that I saw him, a ghost by moonlight
Like a stalking horse stand on the green
I went bed agen and did nothing but dream
Of Robin and moonlight and flowers
He stood like a shadow transfixed by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours
I'd just dropt asleep when I dreamed Robin spoke
And the casement it gave such a shake
As if every pane in the window was broke
Such a patter the gravel did make
So I up in the morning before the co*k crew
And to strike me a light I sat down
I saw from the door all his track in the dew
And, I guess, called "Come in and sit down."
And one, sure enough, tramples up to the door
And who but young Robin his sen?
And ere the old folks were half willing to stir
We met, kissed, and parted agen