Song — The Broken Engagement
Between the two dark clouds
The moon comes out with light.
A little higher than the moon
There is a bird in flight.
O weary, weary are the wings the sky enshrouds!
Wings that have tired too soon.
Ah, woe is for the heart
That loved, nor ever changed.
That ever loved so true
What skies soe’er it ranged.
But weary, weary are the wings that must depart—
Wings that have tired of you!