She sat and sang alway
By the green margin of a stream
Watching the fishes leap and play
Beneath the glad sunbeam
I sat and wept alway
Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam
Watching the blossoms of the May
Weep leaves into the stream
I wept for memory;
She sang for hope that is so fair:
My tears were swallowed by the sea;
Her songs died on the air