Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Song: Hark Hark

       &nbsp Hark! hark!        &nbsp Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain! But if to these longing arms Pitying Love would yield the charms        &nbsp Of the fair        &nbsp With smiling air, Blithe would beat my heart again.        &nbsp Hark! hark!        &nbsp Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain! Love may force me still to bear, While he lists, consuming care;        &nbsp But in anguish        &nbsp Though I languish, Faithful shall my heart remain.        &nbsp Hark! hark!        &nbsp Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain! Then cease, Love, to torment me so; But rather than all thoughts forego        &nbsp Of the fair        &nbsp With flaxen hair, Give me back her frowns again.        &nbsp Hark! hark!        &nbsp Pretty lark! Little heedest thou my pain!