The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf of the willow A breath wears away; The dust on the blossom, The spray on the sea; Ay,–ask thine own bosom– Are emblems of thee.
The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf
The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf of the willow A breath wears away; The dust on the blossom, The spray on the sea; Ay,–ask thine own bosom– Are emblems of thee.
