My heart was trembling in the breeze

Like a flag half‑furled and at rest...

My heart was trembling in the breeze

And all was restless in my breast...

My heart was lonely, sick and pale,

Silent like rocks in a calm sea...

My heart was lonely, sick and pale.

It seemed not to belong to me...

It sounded in me like a stone

Falling within a rivulet...

It sounded in me like a stone

That doth a silent river fret...

Oh, heart too sick for life like this.

Oh, peace that sleeps among the hills.

O heart too sick for life like this.

Oh rest at last for all my ills.