One Behind Time

LET fortune hasten where you go —
Let fame and honor too;
Still I will loiter as I know,
My careless paths pursue.
The wood-nymph health, unsought, unwooed,
Meets me in joyous air,
Shy peace companions solitude,
And love is everywhere!

O world upon the hurrying train,
Fly on your way! For me,
A saunterer through the slighted lane,
A dreamer, let me be.
My footsteps pass away in flowers,
So fragrant all I meet;
Use the quick minutes of your hours —
The days die here so sweet!