ON PITZ LANGUARD.

I stood on the top of Pitz Languard,

And heard three voices whispering low,

Where the Alpine birds in their circling ward

Made swift dark shadows upon the snow.

I loved a girl with truth and pain,

She loved me not. When she said good-bye

She gave me a kiss to sting and stain

My broken life to a rosy dye.

I loved a woman with love well tried, -

And I swear I believe she loves me still.

But it was not I who stood by her side

When she answered the priest and said “I will.”

I loved two girls, one fond, one shy,

And I never divined which one loved me.

One married, and now, though I can n't tell why,

Of the four in the story I count but three.

The three weird voices whispered low

Where the eagles swept in their circling ward;

But only one shadow scarred the snow

As I clambered down from Pitz Languard.