Song
She sat and sang alwayBy the green margin of a stream,Watching the fishes leap and playBeneath the glad sunbeam.
I sat and wept alwayBeneath the moon’s most shadowy beam,Watching the blossoms of the MayWeep leaves into the stream.
I wept for memory;She sang for hope that is so fair: 10My tears were swallowed by the sea;Her songs died on the air.