William Story may refer to: (wikipedia)
But the gray and the cold are hauntedBy a beauty akin to pain, --By a sense of a something wanted,That never will come again.
But the gray and the cold are haunted By a beauty akin to pain, -- By a sense of a something wanted, That never will come again.
The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away; --
The rain keeps constantly raining, And the sky is cold and gray, And the wind in the trees keeps complaining That summer has passed away; --
Those black eyes I once so praisedNow are hard and sharp and cold;Where's the love that through them blazed?Where's the tenderness of old?
Those black eyes I once so praised Now are hard and sharp and cold; Where's the love that through them blazed? Where's the tenderness of old?
When, full of warm and eager love,I clasp you in my fond embrace,You gently push me back and say,"Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace.
When, full of warm and eager love, I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace.
Do I hate you? No! Not hate? Hate's a word far too intense, Too alive, to speak a state Of supreme indifference.
I dream of the purple gloryOf the roseate mountain-heightAnd the sweet-to-remember storyOf a distant and clear delight.
