CALL it to mind, O my love.

Dear were your eyes as the day,

Bright as the day and the sky;

Like the stream of gold and the sky above,

Dear were your eyes in the grey.

We have lived, my love, O, we have lived, my love!

Now along the silent river, azure¹

Through the sky’s inverted² image,

Softly swam the boat that bore our love,

Swiftly ran the shallow of our love

Through the heaven’s inverted image,

In the reedy mazes³ round the river.

See along the silent river,

See of old the lover’s shallop steer⁴.

Berried brake and reedy island,

Heaven below and only heaven above.

Through the sky’s inverted image

Swiftly swam the boat that bore our love.

Berried brake and reedy island,

Mirrored flower and shallop gliding⁵ by.

All the earth and all the sky were ours,

Silent sat the wafted⁶ lovers,

Bound with grain and watched by all the sky,

Hand to hand and eye to . . . eye.

Days of April, airs of Eden,

Call to mind how bright the vanished angel hours,

Golden hours of evening,

When our boat drew homeward filled with flowers.

O darling, call them to mind; love the past, my love.

Days of April, airs of Eden.

How the glory died through golden hours,

And the shining moon arising;

How the boat drew homeward filled with flowers.

Age and winter close us slowly in.

Level river, cloudless heaven,

Islanded reed mazes, silver weirs⁷;

How the silent boat with silver

Threads the inverted forest as she goes,

Broke the trembling green of mirrored trees.

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