With a frantic, dove-like flutter,
"Lilly Lane!"
Around thy tomb I'll hover,
Near the main,
Like a bleeding dying plover,
"Lilly Lane!"
A SONG OF THE OLDEN TIME.
To-day my gay and happy heart,
With a frantic, dove-like flutter,
"Lilly Lane!"
Around thy tomb I'll hover,
Near the main,
Like a bleeding dying plover,
"Lilly Lane!"
To-day my gay and happy heart,