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[00:26.02]I had an errand there: gathering water-lilies,
[00:35.37]green leaves and lilies white to please my pretty lady,
[00:45.10]the last ere the year's end to keep them from the winter,
[00:55.38]to flower by her pretty feet tilt the snows are melted.
[01:15.76]Each year at summer's end I go to find them for her,
[01:25.63]in a wide pool, deep and clear, far down Withywindle;
[01:35.42]there they open first in spring and there they linger latest.
[01:45.44]By that pool long ago I found the River-daughter,
[02:12.05]fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes.
[02:16.45]Sweet was her singing then, and her heart was beating!
[03:26.91]And that proved well for you . for now I shall no longer
[03:32.79]go down deep again along the forest-water,
[03:38.88]not while the year is old. Nor shall I be passing
[03:43.62]Old Man Willow's house this side of spring-time,
[03:48.00]not till the merry spring, when the River-daughter
[03:53.70]dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water.