Classic Poem

A SONG .

I HAVE a willful lover, that have I.
Ah, do you smile?
His mind is changeful as the changing sky.
Ah, do you smile?
He roams upon the flowering lea,
 He climbs upon the breathing hill,
He loiters by the stream, but he—
 He loves me still:
His heart—he hath a heart to me,
 He loves me still.

Oh, soft sweet rain, upon the springing grass,
Speak to my heart!
Oh, hasting shadows of the clouds that pass,
Speak to my heart!
Where strays my willful lover now?
 Stands he beneath some tearful tree?
And will the envious breeze allow
 Sweet thoughts of me?
Doth some soft touch bear to his brow
 Sweet thoughts of me?

Oh, wistful branches of the willow tree,
Why do ye sigh?
Have ye some message ye would tell to me?
Why do ye sigh?
Oh, speak not now, my heart will break;
 Ah, lover mine—what mak'st thou here?
But now it was thy voice that spake
 Close in my ear;
Oh, sad heart mine, awake! awake!!
 Life is but drear.