SONG
Reading edition
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: 10 My tears were swallowed by the sea; Her songs died on the air.