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, |
Love, if I weep it will not matter, |
You will come one day in a waver of love, You will come, with your slim, expressive arms, |
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees, Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed |
When I go away from you |
I know what my heart is like |
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, |
When love has changed to kindliness— |