To a bird upon a tree,
Singing, singing, sweetly singing,
"Sure," I said, "a sprite like thee
Knows what's in the heart of me,
Singing, sweetly singing."
"True," he said, "and that I know,
Lover, lover, foolish lover:
She has hands as white as snow,
And a heart as cold as woe,
Lover, foolish lover.
"Keep your, song within its deeps,
Lover, lover, wiser lover;
Kiss each pretty eye that peeps,
Kiss her till, of Joy she weeps,
Lover, wiser lover."
But because my heart was shy,
Shy and lonely, shy and lonely,
All his wisdom passed me by ---
Yet I won her with a sigh,
Lonely, shy and lonely.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 29 August 1925
Author: Cecil Mann (1896-1967) was born in Cudgen, New South Wales, and worked for The Bulletin between 1925 and 1960. He was, for a time, the editor of the Red Page in the magazine. He died in Concord, New South Wales in 1967.
Author reference sites: Austlit
Singing, singing, sweetly singing,
"Sure," I said, "a sprite like thee
Knows what's in the heart of me,
Singing, sweetly singing."
"True," he said, "and that I know,
Lover, lover, foolish lover:
She has hands as white as snow,
And a heart as cold as woe,
Lover, foolish lover.
"Keep your, song within its deeps,
Lover, lover, wiser lover;
Kiss each pretty eye that peeps,
Kiss her till, of Joy she weeps,
Lover, wiser lover."
But because my heart was shy,
Shy and lonely, shy and lonely,
All his wisdom passed me by ---
Yet I won her with a sigh,
Lonely, shy and lonely.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 29 August 1925
Author: Cecil Mann (1896-1967) was born in Cudgen, New South Wales, and worked for The Bulletin between 1925 and 1960. He was, for a time, the editor of the Red Page in the magazine. He died in Concord, New South Wales in 1967.
Author reference sites: Austlit
