Come to me in the silence of the night, Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream. Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream. Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, ''Where? What?'' and turn away.