A Song (Gale)
I saw a weeping maiden
A-searching in the morn
For Love that's half a rosebud
For Love that's half a thorn;
She sought him on the hill-top
And o'er the dewy lea
But he was standing in the shade
Was waiting there with me
He sang not in the meadow
He piped not near the stream
Nor hid in ferny forests
The darling of her dream
He lurked not in the poppies
He shone not in the sky
But called to her from out my heart
And yet she passed him by.