MARGARET'S ROOM. MARGARET at the spinning wheel—alone. My heart is dreary, My peaceful mind, I never, never, Again shall find. Life is without him Sepulchral all, And the whole wide world Is steeped in gall. My poor, poor head, It reeleth madly; My heart is dreary, I never, never, Again shall find. For him alone, My glances roam, For him alone I stray from home. His stately step! His bearing high! His lips' sweet smile! His regal eye! In winning words, His hand's dear clasp, My heart is dreary, I never, never, My bosom yearns But to enfold him ; MARGARET'S ROOM. MARGARET at the spinning wheel-alone. My heart is dreary, My peaceful mind, I never, never, Again shall find. Life is without him Sepulchral all, And the whole wide world Is steeped in gall. My poor, poor head, It reeleth madly; My heart is dreary, My peace of mind, I never, never, Again shall find. For him alone, My glances roam, For him alone I stray from home. His stately step! His bearing high! His lips' sweet smile! His regal eye! In winning words, His hand's dear clasp, My heart is dreary, My bosom yearns But to enfold him ; |