Classic Poem

Lo! a maid the hemp is weeding
In her master's garden-ground,
And a lark, towards her speeding,
Sings, " Why look so sadly round? "
" Well may I be sad, " she said,
" Well be sad, thou gentle lark!
They my lover have convey'd
To yon castle-dungeon dark:
Had I but a pen to write —
Some sweet words of love I'd send him —
Thou, kind lark! shouldst take thy flight,
And with my kind thoughts attend him.
But I have no pen to treat him
With my love — so gentle bird!
With thy softest music greet him,
Music's most consoling word. "