[Hélène:]
Love, they say, grew tired of town,
Vanish'd was his old renown;
Wooers false and ladies gay
Turned him from their doors away.
"Now," quoth he, "'tis time to change,
To the countryside I'll go,
Over hill and dale I'll range,
Where the simple daisies grow!"
Love, Love, Love among the daisies
Sadly went his way.
And as he stray'd he met a maid,
Who said "Young sir, good-day--
If you be Love, as I think you be,
You're sure of a welcome warm from me;
So come and make your home," said she,
"In the heart of a country maiden."
Love beside that country maid
Gladly for a season stay'd,
Tutor'd by her simple lore
He became true Love once more.
Nevermore I'll change," cried he,
"Inward worth for outward show,
Since I've learn'd what love should be
Where the simple daisies grow!"
Love, Love, Love from out the daisies
Gaily went his way;
He plied his trade with man and maid,
And none might say him nay.
He ne'er forgot how a weary guest
With a simple country maid found rest;
And today you'll find that Love's his best
In the heart of a country maiden!
And today you'll find that Love's his best
In the heart of a country maiden!