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Saxon

I HIDE myself behind a tree;

Wilhelm seeks his little dove—

Seeks in vain, then gayly cries,

“Where art thou hidden, darling?”

I give no answer: on he goes,

Searching every leafy bush—

Seeks in vain, then gravely cries,

“Where art thou hidden, Esther?”

Still no answer: now he fumes,

Will no longer seek for me—

“Nay, if thou wilt not show thyself,

I’ll leave thee, foolish maiden!”

Then he marches off in scorn:

Out I creep and follow him,

Mimicking his stately steps,

And smiling at his answer.

Now he stops and looks behind,

Sees me, clasps me to his breast—

Foolish maiden now no more,

Nor Esther, but sweet darling!