I Pass by in Silence（2 / 2）

If I look on a wild flower I see her face there;

There it isits beauty, all radiant and fair;

And should she pass by, Ive nothg to say,

We are both ofsilent and have our own way.

I talk to the birds, the d and the ra;

My love to y dear one I never exp;

I talk to the flowers which are grog all wild,

As if one was herself and the other her child;

I utter sweet wordsy fanciful way,

But if she es by Ive nothg to say;

To look for a kiss I would if I dare,

But I feel yself lost wheo y fair.