Or did they think in that still haunted place,
As those poor phantoms were they soon must be
And pluck at other unknown lovers' grace
The joys that once were free?
As those poor phantoms were they soon must be
And pluck at other unknown lovers' grace
The joys that once were free?
Perchance their glad hearts thrust such thoughts away;
Of that night's tryst no more than this they own:
That they two, in a grassy garden way
Once walked an hour alone.
Of that night's tryst no more than this they own:
That they two, in a grassy garden way
Once walked an hour alone.
