O BRANCH of fragrant blossom,
How the heart in my bosom
Lay heaving before you with hopeless sigh;
Till your voice grew low and tender,
And a soft, love-lit splendour
Shone out to save me from your dark, dreamy eye.

O branch of rosy blossom,
Radiant bride of my bosom,
My heart heaves no longer with hopeless sigh;
For you 're the blessed shadow
Upon my burning meadow,
My sunshine in winter, and my love till I die.