Dew
I dream that he is mine,I dream that he is true, And all his words I keepAs rose-leaves hold the dew.
O little thirsty rose,O little heart beware, Lest you should hope to holdA hundred roses' share.
I dream that he is mine,I dream that he is true, And all his words I keepAs rose-leaves hold the dew.
O little thirsty rose,O little heart beware, Lest you should hope to holdA hundred roses' share.