  "I am a garden, alone, alone! Oh little Swallow pity me. Over my paths have the lichens grown, Oh little Swallow pity me. Down by the river the reeds are dank, Close to the portal the grass is rank; Nettles take birth on the lily bank. Oh little Swallow pity me. "Once in the earliest days She came, Oh little Swallow pity me, Sowing the seeds of my after fame, Oh little Swallow pity me. Beautiful hands she had, and lo! All that they touched would thrill and grow Up to the sun of her eyes, aglow, Oh little Swallow pity me. "Beautiful feet she had, that fell Oh little Swallow pity me, Like the caress of one loved well, Oh little Swallow pity me. Over the lawn at the twilight hour Sometimes she wandered to pluck a flower, Sometimes she paused in the jasmine bower. Oh little Swallow pity me. "Then she would speak to me, sweet my own! Oh little Swallow pity me, Words from her heart to my heart alone, Oh little Swallow pity me. Tender, and ardent, and secret things, Sprang to her lips, as the water springs Up from the earth where the blue mist clings. Oh little Swallow pity me. "I am a garden grown desolate, Oh little Swallow pity me. I of them all, will remember yet, Oh little Swallow pity me. Summer may come and summer may go, I of them all who have known her, know Love cannot die, though the loved one go. Oh little Swallow pity me!" |
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