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. First Voice.     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. Second Voice.     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." Third Voice.     I loved two girls, one fond, one shy,         And I never divined which one loved me.     One married, and now, though I can'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.