My love, let's be silent, let's away from the teeming masses To the place where the river meets the bank, and there, under the trees and the starry diadem of the sky, I'll enthrone you on twining roots and grasses And make for your dark and matchless head a crown of leaves.
The leaf crown
My love, let's be silent, let's away from the teeming masses
To the place where the river meets the bank, and there, under the trees
and the starry diadem of the sky, I'll enthrone you on twining roots and grasses
And make for your dark and matchless head a crown of leaves.