And sit within her heart, though dumb.
She has a thousand birds; yet one
Is lost, and, lo! she is undone.
She sighs sometimes. She looks away,
And yet she does not weep or say.
She has a thousand birds. The skies
Are fashioned for her paradise;
A very queen of fairy land,
With all earth's fruitage at command,
And yet she does not lift her eyes.