Little bird ! little bird ! teil me,
Whither away dost thou fly?
Answer me, answer me, sweet bird!
Soaring so lone through the sky.
Eest a-wliile, rest a-while, wing’d friend.
Perch on that evergreen tree,
Listen, o, listen , o Songster,
Sing a sweet song unto me.
Sorrowful, sorrowful am I,
Do not thou ask me to sing;
Nevermore , nevermore, shall these
Woods, with my thrilling notes ring.