Some echo of the past comes back,
Like wild, sweet song o'er lonely track
Lest I should e'er forget you.
FLOWER LOVE
"Where is she?" sighed the rose-trees,
The honeysuckle creepers,
The pansies, and the lilies,
And the little hidden flowers.
Some echo of the past comes back,
Like wild, sweet song o'er lonely track
Lest I should e'er forget you.
"Where is she?" sighed the rose-trees,
The honeysuckle creepers,
The pansies, and the lilies,
And the little hidden flowers.