Is a woman's dress.
Lo! its murmur ceases,
Leaving me alone,
With a sigh of sorrow
Gone its tender tone;
When a brighter vision
Breaks upon the scene,
There arrayed in beauty
Stands my very queen.
z.
Is a woman's dress.
Lo! its murmur ceases,
Leaving me alone,
With a sigh of sorrow
Gone its tender tone;
When a brighter vision
Breaks upon the scene,
There arrayed in beauty
Stands my very queen.
z.