Beneath the oak that bends so wide,
Where the fawns and wild things hide,
Come hither, love, with tender grace,
In the woods, let’s find our place.
Whispers round us, soft and deep,
In this dream where hearts will leap.

For the beat of nature sings
In the joy that love brings;
Each moment sweetened, pure and bright,
In the arms of soft twilight.

• Sir Philip Sidney