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,
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 am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, |
Brown-thrush singing all day long When he harkens what you say, |
I hoped that he would love me, For though I know he loves me, |
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, |
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me |