My heart is like a singing bird

Am I stone and not a sheep?

Gone far away into the silent land

Come to me in the silence of the night

It is not pain thus to kiss and die

The door was shut.

It's a weary life, she said: doubly blank in a woman's lot: I wish and wish I were a man

That day we waded ankle deep for lilies in the beck:

But now in the days of desire are over

Come buy, come buy

I never I said I loved you John: why will you tease me day by day

Haply I may remember and haply may forget

Yet a woman's words are weak

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

Only my secret's mine and I won't tell