Christina Rossetti — Song. 3

She sat and sang alway         By the green margin of a stream Watching the fishes leap and play         Beneath the glad sunbeam I sat and wept alway         Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam Watching the blossoms of the May         Weep leaves into the stream I wept for memory;         She sang for hope that is so fair: My tears were swallowed by the sea;         Her songs died on the air