Let this grief find relief,
I’ll not weep tomorrow!
His I’ll be, none shall see
How I love another,
How I love,—love another!
SECOND VERSE.
As the rose, while it blows,
Hidden canker weareth;
Sigh shall ne’er whisper here,
How this heart despaireth:
Let this grief find relief,
I’ll not weep tomorrow!
His I’ll be, none shall see
How I love another,
How I love,—love another!
SECOND VERSE.
As the rose, while it blows,
Hidden canker weareth;
Sigh shall ne’er whisper here,
How this heart despaireth: