...sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening...But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound 1 heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I...

...brook flow — tho noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, n« chirp of any hird, 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...

...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid; For I 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, Each...

...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...

...it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I 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, Each...

...sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing,...

...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 244 The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own...

...grew still longer, I did not feel afraid ; For I listen'd for a footfall, I listen'd 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,...

...sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirr'd, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing,...

...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...