By Lizette Woodworth Reese
She is false, O Death, she is fair!
Let me hide my head on thy knee;
Blind mine eyes, dull mine ears, O Death!
She hath broke my heart for me!
Give me a perfect dream;
Find me a rare, dim place;
But let not her voice come nigh,
And keep out her face–her face!
[Lang repeats some of the verses in her song.]
Ten Songs (Lang)
Composer(s): Margaret Ruthven LangFind at your Local Library