SONG OF THE PAGAN PRINCESS
THE rivers that sweep to the seaBear to it the heart of the land—The eyes of the gods in the starsThe thoughts of my heart understand.And the joy in the heart of the rose,The song in the heart of the rain,The glory of gladness that flowsO'er the billows of tall ripened grain,The strength in the heart of the hills,The unmeasured lament of the sea,The low happy laugh of the rills,—All answer to something in me,To something in me!
THE rivers that sweep to the seaBear to it the heart of the land—The eyes of the gods in the starsThe thoughts of my heart understand.And the joy in the heart of the rose,The song in the heart of the rain,The glory of gladness that flowsO'er the billows of tall ripened grain,The strength in the heart of the hills,The unmeasured lament of the sea,The low happy laugh of the rills,—All answer to something in me,To something in me!
THE rivers that sweep to the seaBear to it the heart of the land—The eyes of the gods in the starsThe thoughts of my heart understand.
THE rivers that sweep to the sea
Bear to it the heart of the land—
The eyes of the gods in the stars
The thoughts of my heart understand.
And the joy in the heart of the rose,The song in the heart of the rain,The glory of gladness that flowsO'er the billows of tall ripened grain,
And the joy in the heart of the rose,
The song in the heart of the rain,
The glory of gladness that flows
O'er the billows of tall ripened grain,
The strength in the heart of the hills,The unmeasured lament of the sea,The low happy laugh of the rills,—All answer to something in me,To something in me!
The strength in the heart of the hills,
The unmeasured lament of the sea,
The low happy laugh of the rills,—
All answer to something in me,
To something in me!