 | The lion's cub |  |
IV.
I sent my darling letters,
That came of late to me,
Sweet messages from song-birds
Across the summer sea.
That came of late to me,
Sweet messages from song-birds
Across the summer sea.
But, if the missives reached her,
She answered not a word;
My couriers could not meet her,
This shy and silent bird.
She answered not a word;
My couriers could not meet her,
This shy and silent bird.
When four dull days were ended,
Four nights of strange unrest,
There came a little whisper
From her secluded nest.
Four nights of strange unrest,
There came a little whisper
From her secluded nest.
She sent me back my letters,
Which she had kept too long,
And crumpled in their foldings
Behold a missing song.
Which she had kept too long,
And crumpled in their foldings
Behold a missing song.
I lost it in the letters,
Of which it seemed a part;
But I lost much more than that there—
I lost with that my heart!
Of which it seemed a part;
But I lost much more than that there—
I lost with that my heart!
| The lion's cub | |