ON PITZ LANGUARD.

I stood on the top of Pitz Languard, And heard three voices whispering low, Where the Alpine birds in their circling ward Made swift dark shadows upon the snow.

I loved a girl with truth and pain, She loved me not. When she said good-bye She gave me a kiss to sting and stain My broken life to a rosy dye.

I loved a woman with love well tried, - And I swear I believe she loves me still. But it was not I who stood by her side When she answered the priest and said “I will.”

I loved two girls, one fond, one shy, And I never divined which one loved me. One married, and now, though I can n't tell why, Of the four in the story I count but three.

The three weird voices whispered low Where the eagles swept in their circling ward; But only one shadow scarred the snow As I clambered down from Pitz Languard.