 | Three Women |  |
148
VI.
Time owes me such a heavy debt,
How can he ever make things right?
For suns that with no promise set
To help me greet the morning light,
How can he ever make things right?
For suns that with no promise set
To help me greet the morning light,
For dreams that no fruition met,
For joys that passed from bud to blight,
Time owes me such a heavy debt;
How can he ever make things right?
For joys that passed from bud to blight,
Time owes me such a heavy debt;
How can he ever make things right?
For passions balked, with strain and fret
Of hopes delayed, or perished quite,
For kisses that I did not get
On many a love impelling night,
Time owes me such a heavy debt;
How can he ever make things right?
Of hopes delayed, or perished quite,
For kisses that I did not get
On many a love impelling night,
Time owes me such a heavy debt;
How can he ever make things right?
| Three Women | |