NO MORE NOISY, loud words from me-such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song. Men hasten to the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work. Let then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time; and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum. Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!
WHAT IS THIS melody that overflows nay life, only I know and my heart knows. Why I watch and wait, what I beg and from whom, only I know and my heart knows. The morning smiles like a friend at my gate, the evening droops down like a flower by the edge of the woods. The flute music floats in the air in the dawn and in the dusk. It beguiles my thoughts away from my toils. What is this tune and who plays it ever, only I know and my heart knows.