ALK (4/6/87 / Bath)

Oh Lady, Let The Sad Tears Fall

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall
To speak thy pain,
Gently as through the silver dusk
The silver rain.

Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief
In such soft sigh
As hath the wind in gardens where
Pale roses die.

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