Song

Methought to bear her branches crowned
With fruit, my virgin vine:
Another fills her arms; around
Another life they twine!
So I lost the day,
And all the night I wake, —
Bird-like singing sad sorrow away,
Until my heart shall break.

While others gleaned Life's field for gold,
With Flowers I made a crown:
Till, looking up alone, behold,
The deepening night came down!
So I lost the day,
And all the night I wake, —
Bird-like singing sad sorrow away,
Until my heart shall break.

Poor me! I clasped a reed, and missed
My sweetest Syrinx fled!
Poor me! my tenderest music's kist
From lips of dear love dead.
I have lost the day,
And all the night I wake, —
Bird-like singing sad sorrow away,
Until my heart shall break.