She danced beneath the bluebell's shade
And in the woods and by the glades.
I watched her bathe and grace the streams
Where eddies swirl and sunlight gleams.
Her natural form - her naked breasts -
Would leave my heart and soul possessed.
But then the moon would steal the sun
And leave my hopes and dreams undone:
The little sylph - my woodland sprite -
Would never dance for me at night.
And so the sun and so the moon
And so the love that died too soon.