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...YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR COWBOY VERSUS BRONCHO by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |