I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
I hoped that he would love me, For though I know he loves me, |
Brown-thrush singing all day long When he harkens what you say, |
I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, |
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms |
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly |
Heart, we will forget him! When you have done, pray tell me |
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, |
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain |
It's all I have to bring today-- |
It's such a little thing to weep, |