Lady Jane Wilde Cold Poems
- 1. A Servian Song
Wherefore neighest thou so sadly?
Stampest with the hoof so madly?
Speak my steed-why at the tent
With thy stately neck down bent?
... - 2. Farawell
Let mine eyes the parting take,
Which my faint lips never can;
Moments such as these might break
Even the sternest heart of man.
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