Though her smile on him was dwelling.
“And am I then forgot—forgot?”
It broke the heart of Ellen.
In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs;
Her cheek is cold as ashes;
Nor Love’s own kiss shall wake those eyes
To lift their silken lashes.
Thomas Campbell
Though her smile on him was dwelling.
“And am I then forgot—forgot?”
It broke the heart of Ellen.
In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs;
Her cheek is cold as ashes;
Nor Love’s own kiss shall wake those eyes
To lift their silken lashes.
Thomas Campbell