And still perchance thy faithful heart
May pine, and break, when I am gone!
While bitter tears, unbidden, start,
As oft thou musest—sad and lone!
I’ve read such things in many a tale—
But yet it’s “very like a whale!”
And still perchance thy faithful heart
May pine, and break, when I am gone!
While bitter tears, unbidden, start,
As oft thou musest—sad and lone!
I’ve read such things in many a tale—
But yet it’s “very like a whale!”