My idol was shattered; my earth-star fled;
I learned how much the heart could bear,
When I saw her die in that old arm-chair.
'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now
With quivering breath and throbbing brow:
My idol was shattered; my earth-star fled;
I learned how much the heart could bear,
When I saw her die in that old arm-chair.
'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now
With quivering breath and throbbing brow: