The roamer and other poems/Songs Unsung
SONGS UNSUNG
Ye songs unknown, unuttered,That flutter in me unsung,Would ye had left my bosomIn the days when I was young!
Then had ye flown o'er the sea-wasteAnd drunk of the outer foam,Perchance, in the gray of the morning,Ye had found it,—found it,—home!
Had ye soared in the azure distance,Had ye cloven the sun, above,Perchance, in the unknown heaven,Ye had found it,—unknown love!