Two Songs
By Frances Nicholson
I—Ophelia
Oh, tender night!
Lay my head on thy lap and dull me
With deep-drugged breath
Of sweet—lipped violet
Or heavy woodbine wreath,
That I may soon forget
How hope no more may lull me
To dreams of light.
Oh, pitying earth!
Bid thy far—wandering streamlets tell me
Some place of rest
'Neath sedgy banks that yet
With yellow buds are drest,
That I may soon forget
Such sorrow erst befell me
In true love's dearth.
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