 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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OVER MOUNTAINS.
My heart went roaming and flying
Where her one treasure was.
The East was luridly dying,
A low wind sobbed, “Alas!”
Where her one treasure was.
The East was luridly dying,
A low wind sobbed, “Alas!”
There was no bird at all
Out of its nest so warm;
Over the mountain wall
My heart went into the storm.
Out of its nest so warm;
Over the mountain wall
My heart went into the storm.
And when the night was mirk,
And on the shrieking sea
The wind was doing its work,
My heart came back to me.
And on the shrieking sea
The wind was doing its work,
My heart came back to me.
Tapped at my window-pane.
Out of the storm and din,
Out of the night and rain,
I rose and let her in.
Out of the storm and din,
Out of the night and rain,
I rose and let her in.
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O, heart, like a frightened bird,
Heart like a small grey dove,
Say hast thou seen or heard
Anything of our love?
Heart like a small grey dove,
Say hast thou seen or heard
Anything of our love?
But never a word she said,
Her eye was leaden and dim,
Her breast had a stain of red,
She spake no word of him.
Her eye was leaden and dim,
Her breast had a stain of red,
She spake no word of him.
And whether she saw him not
Over the mountains grey,
Or whether he had forgot,
I know not to this day.
Over the mountains grey,
Or whether he had forgot,
I know not to this day.
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