Ere their greatest joy is born,
Lo! they wither and are gone;
Like a rose my hope must perish
In a sigh.
A FRAGMENT
If you were just one street away,
One only!
I know that in my heart I'd say
Ere their greatest joy is born,
Lo! they wither and are gone;
Like a rose my hope must perish
In a sigh.
If you were just one street away,
One only!
I know that in my heart I'd say