Follow, follow me into the South,
And if you are brave and wise
I'll buy you laughter for your mouth,
Sorrow for your eyes.
I'll buy you laughter, wild and sweet,
And sorrow, grey and still,
But you must follow with willing feet
Over the farthest hill.
Follow, follow me into the South
You may return tomorrow
Wearing my kisses on your mouth,
In your eyes my sorrow.
Can anyone tell me the author and title of this poem?