Alone as a windless chimeOr as a drying tearI cannot see my rhymeBut there's nothing I fearAlong the bushed flowersAnd bouqueted weedsWill I cry a tearful jarShall my voice be kept asheathed
Alone as a windless chimeOr as a drying tearI cannot see my rhymeBut there's nothing I fear
Along the bushed flowersAnd bouqueted weedsWill I cry a tearful jarShall my voice be kept asheathed