THE SONG NO BIRD SHOULD SING IN VAIN.
The song no bird should sing in vain,
The song no bird will sing again,
I did not hear until the fleet
Air-singer lost it at my feet.
The song no bird will sing again,
I did not hear until the fleet
Air-singer lost it at my feet.
The wind that blew the enchanted scent
From some divine still continent,
Beat long against my window, but
It found and left my window shut.
From some divine still continent,
Beat long against my window, but
It found and left my window shut.
The king's fair son, who came in state,
With my lost slipper, for its mate,
I only saw through my regret—
Oh, I am in the ashes yet!
With my lost slipper, for its mate,
I only saw through my regret—
Oh, I am in the ashes yet!
