To cause, and kiss away my fear?
“He doth not speak, he doth not moan—
Blind, motionless, he lies alone;
But, ere the grave-snake fleshed his sting,
This one warm tear he bade me bring
And lay it at thy feet
Among the daisies sweet.”
Moonlight whisperer, summer air,
Songster of the groves above,
Tell the maiden rose I wear