Archy's Song From Charles The First (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love)
Heigho!
the
lark
and
the
owl!
One
flies
the
morning,
and
one
lulls
the
night:
Only
the
nightingale,
poor
fond
soul,
Sings
like
the
fool
through
darkness
and
light.
'A
widow
bird
sate
mourning
for
her
love
Upon
a
wintry
bough;
The
frozen
wind
crept
on
above,
The
freezing
stream
below.
'There
was
no
leaf
upon
the
forest
bare,
No
flower
upon
the
ground,
And
little
motion
in
the
air
Except
the
mill-wheel's
sound.'