C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Author Unknown
Folk-Songs: The Leaves of Maize
Translation of Francesca Alexander
O
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.
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.
She cannot hear the whispering leaves between.