C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

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Folk-Songs: The Leaves of Maize

OH, I would sing aloud, if I but knew

That while I’m singing, one I love could hear

But hills and vales and mountains part us two,—

The song, though sweet, can never reach her ear.

And we are parted by the fields of grain,—

She cannot hear me, I may sing in vain.

The vines, with wandering shade, between us are,—

She cannot hear me from her window far.

And we are parted by the poplars green,—

She cannot hear the whispering leaves between.

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