I heard a strange and dreamy air
about some mystic fair
about two lovers torn apart—
how they could not restart.
And when I heard this bitter song
soft pangs and longings strong
beset my brokenhearted soul
that knew too well time's toll.
So down the path that dewy morn
with strangers' sorrows borne
I did not hurry to the task
which love and duty ask.
Down the Path
Tale Told 