The Heartless Voice

Your voice is like the fairy harps
The wandering shepherd hears,
That tell of laughter without joy,
And light unsaddened tears.

You laugh and I can never tell
If you are glad or no.
You weep and cannot understand
The things that hurt me so.

But still your eager, heartless voice
Is calling night and day,
And I must follow like the men
That hear the fairies play.

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