Nydia's Song

I

The Wind and the Beam loved the Rose,

And the Rose loved one;

For who recks the wind where it blows?

Or loves not the sun?

II

None knew whence the humble Wind stole,

Poor sport of the skies —

None dreamt that the Wind had a soul,

In its mournful sighs!

III

Oh, happy Beam! how canst thou prove

That bright love of thine?

In thy light is the proof of thy love.

Thou hast but — to shine!

IV

How its love can the Wind reveal?

Unwelcome its sigh;

Mute — mute to its Rose let it steal —

Its proof is — to die!