Praed.
Dream, while the chill sea-foam
In mockery dashes o’er thee,
Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home,
And the kiss of her that bore thee.
Praed.
I wept and blessed thee, called thee o’er and o’er
By that dear name which I must use no more;
Praed.
Dream, while the chill sea-foam
In mockery dashes o’er thee,
Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home,
And the kiss of her that bore thee.
Praed.
I wept and blessed thee, called thee o’er and o’er
By that dear name which I must use no more;