The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes | ||
TO S---L---
Yet wert thou false—in vain the smiles
That played in light around thee
A seraph in an icy chain
That sparkled while it bound thee
That played in light around thee
A seraph in an icy chain
That sparkled while it bound thee
I can forget thee—all hath fled
Save one half buried gleam
Of what thou wast—and what thou art
Shall be a nameless dream—
Save one half buried gleam
Of what thou wast—and what thou art
Shall be a nameless dream—
The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes | ||