The Glitter Of Wheels Far Down The Street (Ah Me, And Alack A Day.) And I Heard The Thud Of His Horse'S Feet Beating A Roundelay. And I Felt A Little Song Coming, Coming Over My Lips As Humming, Humming, I Turned My Eyes That Way. Somebody Passed, Who Was Wont To Pause: (Ah Me, And Alack A Day.) He Bowed And Smiled; Yet For Some Cause The Mirth Went Out Of My Lay. A Wind From The East Rose, Sighing, Sighing, I Felt My Little Song Dying, Dying, She Laughed As They Rode Away.