 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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THE SUPPLIANT.
“O dewdrop, lay thy finger-tipOf moisture on my fevered lip,”
The noonday Blossom cries.
“Alas, O Dives, dark and deep
The gulf impassable of Sleep
Henceforth between us lies!”
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Of moisture on my fevered lip,”
The noonday Blossom cries.
“Alas, O Dives, dark and deep
The gulf impassable of Sleep
Henceforth between us lies!”