...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For 1 listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one,...

...one, each on his golden throne. The evening air pass'd by my cheek, the leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing — when something stood behind — A hand was on my shoulder — I...

...wandered by the mill,— I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watcht the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not...

...wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird—- But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not...

...wandered by the mill ; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, And watch'd the long, long shade ; And as it grew still longer, I did not...

...wandered by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not...

...wandered by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watched the long, long, shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not...

...wander'd by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There wu no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beside the elm-tree, I watcht the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel...

...wander'd by the mill, — I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beside the elm-tree, I watcht the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel...

...one, Each on his golden throne. The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart, Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on rny shoulder, I knew its...