O happy eyes, for you will see My love, my lady pass today; What I may not, that may you say And ask for answer daringly. O happy eyes. O happy flow'rs that touch her dress, That touch her dress and take her smile, O whisper to her all the while Some words of love in idleness. O happy flowers. O happy airs that touch her cheek, And lightly kiss and float away, So carelessly as if in play, Why take ye all the joy I seek? O happy eyes my love to see, Alas! alas! I may not greet With word or touch my lady sweet; More happy eyes, say all for me.