Freston
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Together we! away from all on earth!
On a lone star!
And for that flight,—how worth—how wildly worth
The broken wing! Despair's unholy birth,
And every scar!
On a lone star!
And for that flight,—how worth—how wildly worth
The broken wing! Despair's unholy birth,
And every scar!
Again I hear the tender voice of old,
Saying "Why Girl!
I would not cause you pain for untold gold!
Beyond all treasure, sweetheart, so I hold
Your smallest curl!"
Saying "Why Girl!
I would not cause you pain for untold gold!
Beyond all treasure, sweetheart, so I hold
Your smallest curl!"
Through bold, rebellious strands of ebon hair
My fingers stray.
I close the flashing eyes with kisses rare,
And feel the touch of lips so warm, so fair,—
Alas! That day!
My fingers stray.
I close the flashing eyes with kisses rare,
And feel the touch of lips so warm, so fair,—
Alas! That day!
Love wakes and moans, then cries aloud for thee,
With yearning cry!
Pride smites him on the mouth and bids him be
Hushed! So the strife goes on, while still with me
Love will not die!
With yearning cry!
Pride smites him on the mouth and bids him be
Hushed! So the strife goes on, while still with me
Love will not die!
