Thee I envied, joyous bird!
Singing love-songs in the dell
To thy mate: each note I heard
Seem'd with joy and truth to swell.
I have also songs, which sweetly
Tell the tale of love—yet fall
Unobserved, however meetly
Answering beauty's fancied call.
Happy bird! that singst love's joy—
I, its sorrows, its annoy—
Would I had th' alternative,
For thy song my soul to give!