Song, She sat and sang alway

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 alway
 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.