 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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A LOTUS BLOOM.
Was the dream thou wovest me,
But a blossom-fantasy?
When it faded from my brain,
Flushed it into flower again?
But a blossom-fantasy?
When it faded from my brain,
Flushed it into flower again?
When thy blossom withereth—
When the fairer flower of Death
Weaves its vision—shall the dream
Mine or thine, returning, seem?
When the fairer flower of Death
Weaves its vision—shall the dream
Mine or thine, returning, seem?
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |