nature poem

there is a country full of wine
moonlight deep and tender
our pleasant moments fly
musing, between the sunset and the dark
night is dark, and the winter winds
into the silent land
come down at dawn from windless hills
little gate was reached at last
little park that i pass through
braided and woven
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
do the boys and girls still go
wheel me down by the meadow