Poems on Several Subjects, Song III

Beneath a weeping willow's shade She sat and sang alone; Her hand upon her heart she laid And plaintive was her moan. The mock bird sat upon a bough And list'ned to her lay, Then to the distant hills he bore The dulcet notes away.

Fond echo to her strains reply'd, The winds her sorrows bore; Adieu! dear youth—adieu! she cry'd, I ne'er shall see thee more. The mock-bird sat upon a bough And list'ned to her lay, Then to the distant hills he bore The dulcet notes away.