It Was With Doubt and Trembling
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

It was with doubt and trembling
I whispered in her ear.
Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough,
That all the world may hear —
Sweetheart, sigh no more!

Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,
Upon the wayside tree,
How fair she is, how true she is,
How dear she is to me —
Sweetheart, sigh no more!

Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,
And through the summer long
The winds among the clover-tops
And brooks, for all their silvery stops,
Shall envy you the song —
Sweetheart, sigh no more!