“_My heart was blithe at morning._”
My heart was blithe at morning,
For he was by my side,
And through the woods together
We wandered far and wide.
My heart was gay at noon-tide
Together on the lea
We lay, and heard the murm’ring
Of many a busy bee.
My heart was sad at even,
For in the cold stars’ wake,
I laid him in the dark, dark grave
And, oh, my heart would break!