I'm thinking of them nI'm thinking of your new green dress nI saw it unfold on mynNear Bepindton Fair tall sycamores, nYour raven hair I saw it so slow through the tall grass nI'm thinking of them I'm thinking of strings nThrough the air the night was so long and dizzy nLet's travel again to fall upon three chimneys nWell the tower so low you were mistaken