My Power Is Soul Devouring, So Who's the Big Bad?

What evening is this, as I pole my boat into midstream?

What day is this, that I share a boat with you, my love?

Though I am shamed and scorned, I do not resent the disgrace.

My heart is troubled and cannot find peace, now that I have met you, my love.

On the mountain grow trees, and on the trees grow branches. My heart delights in you, but you do not know.