But the Book of Life was darkened,
By the Shadow of a Hand!
It was tracing your perdition,
For the blood upon your hand!
A SERENADE.
HE moon is muffled in a cloud,
That folds the lover’s star,
But still beneath thy balcony
But the Book of Life was darkened,
By the Shadow of a Hand!
It was tracing your perdition,
For the blood upon your hand!
A SERENADE.
HE moon is muffled in a cloud,
That folds the lover’s star,
But still beneath thy balcony