For you

When Elizabeth bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When Elizabeth tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.