The Stirrup Cup
Life at my stirrup lifted wistful eyes,And as she gave the parting cup to me,—Death’s pale companion for the silent sea,—“I know,” she said, “that land and where it lies.A pledge between us now before you go,That when you meet me there your soul may know!”
Life at my stirrup lifted wistful eyes,And as she gave the parting cup to me,—Death’s pale companion for the silent sea,—“I know,” she said, “that land and where it lies.A pledge between us now before you go,That when you meet me there your soul may know!”
Life at my stirrup lifted wistful eyes,And as she gave the parting cup to me,—Death’s pale companion for the silent sea,—“I know,” she said, “that land and where it lies.A pledge between us now before you go,That when you meet me there your soul may know!”
Life at my stirrup lifted wistful eyes,
And as she gave the parting cup to me,—
Death’s pale companion for the silent sea,—
“I know,” she said, “that land and where it lies.
A pledge between us now before you go,
That when you meet me there your soul may know!”