The Widower
He dreams: Her head upon his breast
Lies cozily and well at rest.
He feels her bosom's fall and rise
And drinks the perfume of her sighs.
He wakes: Against the rattling pane
He hears the wan and ghastly rain —
Ah God! He thinks of how she lies,
And shuts no more his tearless eyes.
Lies cozily and well at rest.
He feels her bosom's fall and rise
And drinks the perfume of her sighs.
He wakes: Against the rattling pane
He hears the wan and ghastly rain —
Ah God! He thinks of how she lies,
And shuts no more his tearless eyes.
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