Poems (Waldenburg)/Hungarian Song

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HUNGARIAN SONG.
Thou art the tree and I the vine,
Thou standest firm not needing me;
But I, oh, darling, shrink and pine
Prone to the earth unheld by thee!

If o'er thy life I dare to twine,
With clinging arms to clasp thee try,
Thou yet must hold and call me thine,
Thou art the tree, the vine am I.

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