Soshone Song, From 'The American Rhythm'
Come not near my songs
You who are not my lover
Lest from out that ambush
Leaps my heart apon you!
When my songs are glowing
As an almond thicket
With the bloom apon it,
Lies my heart in ambush
All amid my singing;
Come not near my songs,
You who are not my lover!
Do not hear my songs
You who are not my lover!
Over-sweet the heart is,
Where my love has bruised it,
Breath you not that fragrance,
You who are not my lover.
Do not stoop above my song,
With its languor on you,
Lest from out my singing
Leaps my heart apon you!
