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.