I heard the sighing of the reed 
In the grey pool in the green land, 
The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing 
Between the green hill and the sand. 

I heard the sighing of the reeds 
Day after day, night after night; 
I heard the whirring wild ducks flying, 
I saw the sea-gull's wheeling flight. 

I heard the sighing of the reeds 
Night after night, day after day, 
And I forgot old age, and dying, 
And youth that loves, and love's decay. 

I heard the sighing of the reeds 
At noontide and at evening, 
And some old dream I had forgotten 
I seemed to be remembering. 

I hear the sighing of the reeds: 
Is it in vain, is it in vain 
That some old peace I had forgotten 
Is crying to come back again?