WOULD YOU WALK THE MEADOW?

"Would you walk the meadow
to pick some flowers there;
for evening light is dimming
and there's flowers everywhere?"

"Oh yes! The fragrant blooms
are blushing with desire;
I'll walk with you 'ere night be lain
to hide their fair attire."

"Wouldst, by the way, with flowers picked
allow my lips to thine;
for rosed liked cherries in the spring
they need the taste of mine?"

"Lets first pick flowers from the soil
before the sun doth set;
for I wish not to linger in the dark
when first our lips have met."

"You fear when the sun is down
your lips be bruised unseen?
Alas! Let's pick the flowers then,
then sit upon the green."

"Pray now, the flowers are picked
my lips no longer pout;
the fragrant blooms are now forgot'
for the moon has just come out."