It was with doubt and trembling <br />I whispered in her ear. <br />Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough, <br />That all the world may hear-- <br />_Sweetheart, sigh no more_! <br /> <br />Sing it, sing it, tawny throat, <br />Upon the wayside tree, <br />How fair she is, how true she is, <br />How dear she is to me-- <br />_Sweetheart, sigh no more_! <br /> <br />Sing it, sing it, and through the summer long <br />The winds among the clover-tops, <br />And brooks, for all their silvery stops, <br />Shall envy you the song-- <br />_Sweetheart, sigh no more!_<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweetheart-sigh-no-more/
