To Eric from the Alps

The fragrant pines are green, love,
The pines are fair and tall,
Dear is the Alpine scene, love,
Peak, flower, and waterfall ;
But my heart's tendrils favour
Humbler pines at home,
For there the weak feet waver.
That never learned to roam.
One day about the wood, dear,
Thy steps began to go,
And all my stony mood, dear.
Was moved to happy flow ;
But when they ceased from pleasure
Upon the woodland floor,
Silence in deeper measure
Than e'er was known before
Returned for evermore, dear,
Returned for evermore.