Poems (Radford)/Her Lover

by Dollie Radford

For works with similar titles, see Her Lover.

Her Lover

The birds sang from the tree,    "SweetheartGo forth across the silent hills,For, in the vale their shadow fills,Thy love awaiteth thee    With lonely heart."

She wound a wreath of flowers    So sweet,And, while the birds still sang their songAcross the hills, she passed alongIn the fair sunrise hours,    Her love to meet.

But when the sun, asleep    At eve,Lay hid behind a purple cloud,Each little bird in leafy shroudSaw her return and weep,    "And dost thou grieve?"

"Ah no, I am not sad,"    She said,"He did not know me when I came,But I have crowned him all the same,And how can I be sad?    My heart is glad."