If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!
I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly
'Twill break for thee--
And when the world despises--...
If grief for grief can touch thee, I cannot be more lonely, And when the world despises--... |
Love is like the wild rose-briar, The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, |
Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover |