Volume 2 — BINDING SHEAVES.
Reading edition
Hark! a lover binding sheaves To his maiden sings, Flutter, flutter go the leaves, Larks drop their wings. Little brooks for all their mirth Are not blythe as he. "Give me what the love is worth That I give thee.
"Speech that cannot be forborne Tells the story through: I sowed my love in with the corn, And they both grew. Count the world full wide of girth, And hived honey sweet, But count the love of more worth Laid at thy feet.
"Money's worth is house and land, Velvet coat and vest. Work's worth is bread in hand, Ay, and sweet rest. Wilt thou learn what love is worth? Ah! she sits above, Sighing, 'Weigh me not with earth, Love's worth is love.'"