...Will no one tell me what she sings ? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, fa r-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more...work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was...

...unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day 1 Some natural sorrow, loss or pain, That has been and...work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was...

...battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matters of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, joy, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er...work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, — motionless and still; And when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after...

...Will no one tell me what she sings ? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, fa r-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more...sorrow, loss or pain, That has been and may be again ! Whate'cr the theme, the Maiden sang As if her sons; could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her...

...weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : Such thrilling voice was never heard In springtime from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ? I listen'd, motionless and still ; And when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long...

...overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt So sweetly to reposing bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : No sweeter...Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, or may be again ? Whate'er the theme the maiden sung, As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her...

...weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : Such thrilling voice was never heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking...her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her^rork, And o'er the sickle bending. I listen'd, motionless and still ; And when I mounted up the...

...tell me what she sings Í — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off tilings, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay,...work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was...

...; Such thrilling voice was never heard In spring-time from the cuckoo bird, 120 THE ADOPTED CHILD. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest...work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened, — motionless and still ; And when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after...

...travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : Such thrilling voice was never heard In ppring-time from the cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the...sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'cr the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work,...