I LOVED HIM.
I loved him, but I would not own
The deep, fond love I felt,—
Though sorrow dwelt upon his brow,
When by my side he knelt.
The deep, fond love I felt,—
Though sorrow dwelt upon his brow,
When by my side he knelt.
I loved him, but I deeply vowed
I would not wed again;
And though his fond words touched my heart,
They touched it all in vain.
I would not wed again;
And though his fond words touched my heart,
They touched it all in vain.
Ho brought me flowers, the fairest flowers,
To twine amid my hair;
He said those flowers would well become
The brow of one so fair.
To twine amid my hair;
He said those flowers would well become
The brow of one so fair.
