DEPARTMENT OF WORST PRACTICES |
| DIRECTOR Kurt Swisshelm |
ABOUT
I Would I were the Grass,
Where thy feet most often pass,
I would greet thee all the day;
Or but a Drop of Dew,
Then gladdened at thy view,
I 'd reflect thee all the day;
I would rise a purple cloud!
I would weave a fairy shroud,
And attend thee all the day.
I would I were the Night,
For when banished by thy light,
I would praise thee all the day.
I would I were the Sun,
Then wherever I shone
I would sing thee all the day.
I would I were the Skies,
For then with thousand eyes,
I would see thee all the day.
But I 'd rather be the Air,
Then in thy presence fair,
I 'd be blest all the day.
How blest is he who sits beside
Thee his Maiden, thee his Bride;
Like the Gods is he.
He hears thee speak, he sees thee smile,
With rapture burns his heart the while,
Yet beateth mild and tranquilly.
The lingering sun-beams round thee play,
And in their warm, rejoicing ray
Thy golden tresses shine.
Who calls thee Friend is richly blest:
Sister or Child — has heavenly rest: