A WISH
May seven tears in every weekTouch the hollow of your cheek,That I—signed with such a dew—For a lion’s share may sueOf the roses ever curledRound the May-pole of the world.Heavy riddles lie in this,Sorrow’s sauce for every kiss.
May seven tears in every weekTouch the hollow of your cheek,That I—signed with such a dew—For a lion’s share may sueOf the roses ever curledRound the May-pole of the world.Heavy riddles lie in this,Sorrow’s sauce for every kiss.
May seven tears in every weekTouch the hollow of your cheek,That I—signed with such a dew—For a lion’s share may sueOf the roses ever curledRound the May-pole of the world.
May seven tears in every week
Touch the hollow of your cheek,
That I—signed with such a dew—
For a lion’s share may sue
Of the roses ever curled
Round the May-pole of the world.
Heavy riddles lie in this,Sorrow’s sauce for every kiss.
Heavy riddles lie in this,
Sorrow’s sauce for every kiss.