He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove, <br />Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; <br />Where thou thy charming nest dost build, <br />O thou pride of every field! <br />She. Yonder stands a lonely tree, <br />There I live and mourn for thee; <br />Morning drinks my silent tear, <br />And evening winds my sorrow bear. <br /> <br />He. O thou summer's harmony, <br />I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee; <br />Each day I mourn along the wood, <br />And night hath heard my sorrows loud. <br /> <br />She. Dost thou truly long for me? <br />And am I thus sweet to thee? <br />Sorrow now is at an end, <br />O my Lover and my Friend! <br /> <br />He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly <br />To where my bower hangs on high; <br />Come, and make thy calm retreat <br />Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds-2/
