Poems (Bell)/To the Same
TO THE SAME.
Could I but see you just once more.
And place my hands in thine,
And hear you say, as oft' you've said,
Your love was wholly mine,
I think I'd be content to keep,
And end my days in lonely sleep.
And place my hands in thine,
And hear you say, as oft' you've said,
Your love was wholly mine,
I think I'd be content to keep,
And end my days in lonely sleep.