If I could sing the song of the dawn,
The caroling word of leaf and bird
And the sunwaked fern uncurling there,
I would go lonely and would not care.

If I could sing the song of the dusk,
The stars and moon of glist'ning June,
Lit at the foot and head of me.
The Spinner might break the thread of me.

If I could sing the song of Love,
Fill my throat with each sounding note,
Others might kiss and clasp and cling,
Mine be the lips that would sing!