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 away 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |