I'm Alone

Ah! that is why the Church site on this page
Poor lorn a little. errant Dost Thou?
Thy slightly undulating, but hide the locks
The tears that your blue eyes dim-ray;
And so you complain and moan,
And cry, you're alone?

You will not be left alone, poor boy,
The traveler stops to hear your story;
No heart, as hard as you chew!
Indeed, if your mother is played by the pale
And among the height at the grave stone,
You are not, Urchin, left alone.

I know you well! your hair yellow
Silky In many cases I have seen:
Your face and dimpled fresh and fair,
Roguish your smile, your mischievous preliminary figures
When all to me, a poor orphan, is known,
Ere Fate had left you alone!

Thy russet fur scans, and back-and-messengering,
Your pale cheek is now deadly!
Your eyes are dark, your looks forlorn,
And your topless conforms to the Galleries;
And I hear you groan often deeply,
Whether you, poor boy, left alone art.

Thy painfully bare feet are injured
With thorns, the crossroads of streets of your newspaper;
The winds of winter for you shout,
The church yard is your home dark;
Your pillows now a tombstone cold --
And you truelove's mourning alone!

The rain has drenched you, throughout the night;
Frost nipping your breasts frozen;
And after as before, shadows under the ifs,
I have heard your woes sigh artless;
I have heard of you, until the star has shone day
In the darkness and cry cry alone!

Often, I saw you, boy,
After your stepmother knee;
Indeed, whether they lived, you value their joy,
Although now you must be mourner!
For it is weak, where the stone Ie serious
Announce that you are left alone.

Wines, not crying, there on the hill
The bells ring gay village;
The funny reeds and brawling Rill
Call sport rustic away from you.
So why moan and groan and cry,
A crowd of only truant?

"I can not climb the green hills,
I can not keep pace Highlands mead;
I can not participate in the valley
To hear strange retentiveness technique:
For all remains under Ice stone,
Where is my poor mother left alone!

"I can not pick flowers Seeing
Dress hard on the scene revels
I can not spend the evening
Among the noisy crowd of village;
For alone and in darkness
My mother sleeps under Ice stone.

"You see, like the stars beginning to shine,
The dog-sheep cloche's time;
The night-fly "buzzing the beam moon
Peeps-through the trees if "shady line:
It falls on the white stone,
Where is my dear mother sleeps alone.

"O stay does not myself, because I must go,
Upland The path to tread in haste;
For them grow pale primroses,
They thrive on the dress my mother's bed.
You have to peep before the time of day, strewn,
Wherever they read all the formation of mold alone.

"My father o'er the sea storm
In distant countries were taken into city,
And my mother stayed still with me,
And toiled crying night and day.
And I will never be an end of the stone
Where is the one she left for sleep.

"My father died, and again, I found
My mother loves and friendly to me;
I felt with the removal of the breast links
When I first caused to the knee --
And then my child loud bang,
And no reflection on the tombstone of IE.

"No longer gentle voice, I hear,
No smile to see their preference;
So I wonder not break the scales
She died would have to follow me!
And she still sleeps under Ice stone,
And I live alone to cry.

"Your mischievous child, he liked her,
Senior Cliff what Ive seen;
I heard the sound of tinkling bell far,
What are the seemed of aid in vain to call --
I have heard the end of the suffering innocent groan,
Grieved and he was left alone.

"Our faithful dog crazy grew up and died,
The Lightning smote Our holiday house down --
We did not have a resting place beside,
And knew that we should not go:
Indeed, we were poor and the hearts of stone
If ever palpitate in misery's groan.

"My mother has survived, nor for me,
She me concentrate on the front mountain
You watched me, while there tree
I sat, and the branch webfeet oozier;
And she wept often, not afraid, myself!
You should not, young to be left alone. "

"The blast furnace was blowing strong, the torrent Rose
And brought our children shattered reads:
And where the clear stream flows rapidly,
On the lawn at the dawn of day,
If the sun seemed full of light shine,
I wandered, friendless and alone! "

You're not the case, a young, I saw
Thy tiny traces of pressure dew,
And while the morning sky herein
Spread o'er the hill a yellow hue,
I heard your sad and plaintive groan,
In addition to the Stone Cold sepulchral.

And if summer time noontide
In sweltering rays of the campaign to disseminate
I marked, weaving fragrant flowers
To make your bed bridge mother silent!
Even in the stone church site is simple
Value you ill Urchin left alone.

Jae ate followed along the valley,
And the forest shadowy Way:
I heard your sad story
How slowly sunk star du jour:
In addition, glittering light, if it is stolen
From a value of all immigrants alone.

"O! Yes, I was! East, and yet
A hiker, sadness and forlorn;
Indeed, what everyone else for me --
What are the dews and buds of tomorrow?
As she left me sad that alone
In the darkness sleeps under Ice stone!

N''Lame brother fall for me,
Indeed, I never knew no brother;
Not to share the fate of my friend cry,
For friends are rare and only a few tears;
No, I can see, save yourself in this stone,
Where I'm going to stay and cry alone.

"My father never return,
It lies below sea level-green wave
I have no relationship by mourning
When I hidden in the tomb there:
Not on a dress with flowers stone!
So, certainly, I am left alone!