O Happy Eyes - Эдуард Элгар

O happy eyes, for you will see

My love, my lady pass today;

What I may not, that may you say

And ask for answer daringly.

O happy eyes.

O happy flow'rs that touch her dress,

That touch her dress and take her smile,

O whisper to her all the while

Some words of love in idleness.

O happy flowers.

O happy airs that touch her cheek,

And lightly kiss and float away,

So carelessly as if in play,

Why take ye all the joy I seek?

O happy eyes my love to see,

Alas!

alas!

I may not greet

With word or touch my lady sweet;

More happy eyes, say all for me.