 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
CROWNS OF SORROW.
To sleep and dream of love,
And miss it on the morrow,
To find none here and none above—
This is a crown of sorrow.
And miss it on the morrow,
To find none here and none above—
This is a crown of sorrow.
To live and lack an aim,
And others' ends to borrow,
To die and leave no lingering name—
This is a crown of sorrow.
And others' ends to borrow,
To die and leave no lingering name—
This is a crown of sorrow.
To want a settled hope,
And fear the coming morrow,
To have no fitting field and scope—
This is a crown of sorrow.
And fear the coming morrow,
To have no fitting field and scope—
This is a crown of sorrow.
To forfeit honest fame,
And beggar's arts to borrow,
To lose the latest touch of shame—
This is a crown of sorrow.
And beggar's arts to borrow,
To lose the latest touch of shame—
This is a crown of sorrow.
To be and not to live,
To waste the day and morrow,
To take from all and never give—
This is a crown of sorrow.
To waste the day and morrow,
To take from all and never give—
This is a crown of sorrow.
To break a trusting heart,
To feign the love you borrow—
This is the deepest deadliest smart,
The crown of crowns of sorrow!
To feign the love you borrow—
This is the deepest deadliest smart,
The crown of crowns of sorrow!
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |