I heard the sighing of the reed In the grey pool in the green land,
The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing Between the green hill and the sand.
I heard the sighing of the reeds Day after day, night after night;
I heard the whirring wild ducks flying,
I saw the sea-gull's wheeling flight.
I heard the sighing of the reeds Night after night, day after day,
And I forgot old age, and dying,
And youth that loves, and love's decay.
I heard the sighing of the reeds At noontide and at evening,
And some old dream I had forgotten I seemed to be remembering.
I hear the sighing of the reeds:
Is it in vain, is it in vain That some old peace I had forgotten Is crying to come back again?
