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I whispered my great sorrow
  To every listening sedge;
And they bent, bowed with my sorrow,
  Down to the water’s edge.

But she stands and laughs lightly
  To see me sorrow so,
Like the light winds that laughing
  Across the water go.

If I could tell the bright ones
  That quiet-hearted move,
They would bend down like the sedges
  With the sorrow of love.

But she stands laughing lightly,
  Who all my sorrow knows,
Like the little wind that laughing
  Across the water blows.