IV.
The dream-face beckons yonder,—beckons o'er
The long years fled afar and lapse of longing days,
Who leaned against my bosom in the love-wreathed ways.
Then fled, and came no more!
The dream-face beckons yonder,—beckons o'er
The long years fled afar and lapse of longing days,
Who leaned against my bosom in the love-wreathed ways.
Then fled, and came no more!