GIFTS
You ask me what—since we must part—You shall bring back to me.Bring back a pure and faithful heartAs true as mine to thee.You talk of gems from foreign lands,Of treasure, spoil, and prize.Ah love! I shall not search your handsBut look into your eyes.Juliana Horatia Ewing
You ask me what—since we must part—You shall bring back to me.Bring back a pure and faithful heartAs true as mine to thee.You talk of gems from foreign lands,Of treasure, spoil, and prize.Ah love! I shall not search your handsBut look into your eyes.Juliana Horatia Ewing
You ask me what—since we must part—You shall bring back to me.Bring back a pure and faithful heartAs true as mine to thee.
You ask me what—since we must part—
You shall bring back to me.
Bring back a pure and faithful heart
As true as mine to thee.
You talk of gems from foreign lands,Of treasure, spoil, and prize.Ah love! I shall not search your handsBut look into your eyes.
You talk of gems from foreign lands,
Of treasure, spoil, and prize.
Ah love! I shall not search your hands
But look into your eyes.
Juliana Horatia Ewing