I Pass by in Silence（1 / 2）

John Cre

I talk to the birds as they sg ithe orn,

The rks and the sparrows that sprg fro the rn,

The chaffd l that sgthe bh,

Till the zephyr-like breezes all bidto hh;

Then silent I go andfancy I steal

A kiss fro the lips of a na I nceal;

But should I et her Ive cherished for years,

I pass bysilence,fondness and tears.

Yes, I pass hersilend say not a word,

And the noise of y footsteps ay scarcely be heard;

I scarcely presu to cast on her y eye,

And then for a week I do nothg but sigh.