O where are you going? To Scarborough fair,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Where never a drop of water fell,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder heath,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Where never the rain nor the dew hath scotched,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Have you been to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.

Tell him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then he shall be a true love of mine.

Tell him to plow it with a ram’s horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
Then he shall be a true love of mine.

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it all up in a bunch of heather,
Then he shall be a true love of mine.

Spectres came dancing up the wind,
Trailing down the long grass,
Shooting high, undisciplined,
To join the sun and see you pass…
The colors of the pointed glass.

Under a willow-maze you went
Unsaddened…But a violet beam
Fell on the white face, backward bent,
Of a body in a stream.

Into the sun you came again,
With sun-red light your feet were shod…
And round you stood a ring of feathered men
With naked arms acknowledging a god.

Indigo-birds and squirrels on a tree
And orioles flashed in and out…
The yellow outline of Eurydice
Waited for Orpheus in a black redoubt

With a beaded fern you waved away a gnat…
And maidens, hung with vivid beads of green,
One of them bearing in her arms an orange cat,
Held palms about a queen.

Then you were lost to sight
And locking trees became the clouds of you,
Till you emerged, the moon upon your shoulder, and the night
Bloomed blue.