In a harbour green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middes of the day,
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go –
But when I waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely plight
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and heart’s delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.