Then in accents like a clarion,
Sweet and clear, but gently said,
“Whippoorwill, my friend, your lover,
Comes again, he is not dead!
“I will go and hunt your lover,
And will bring him to your side;
I will roam the forest ever,
And will cease to be your guide;
I will find the one you’ve looked for,
And will tell him that you live;