Category: Poetry
Stray Pebbles from the Shores of Thought
"Hark, hark! he's come. I hear his step. O joy, love's hour is here. I knew that he was true and pure, I could not feel love's fear. Oh, no; I could not, dear."
Category: Poetry
"Hark, hark! he's come. I hear his step. O joy, love's hour is here. I knew that he was true and pure, I could not feel love's fear. Oh, no; I could not, dear."
"Hark, hark! he's come. I hear his step. O joy, love's hour is here. I knew that he was true and pure, I could not feel love's fear. Oh, no; I could not, dear."
3. SCENE III.4. SCENE IV.He gazed upon her lifeless face, He held her lifeless hand. Was this the form he once had loved? He did not understand. Once loved? Yes, that was so. He'd loved since, one or tw...