Eily Di
Sur for thee, grant I ay be
When sur days are flown!
Thy ic still, when Whippoorwill
And Oriole—are done!
For thee to bloo, Ill skip the tob
And row y blossos over!
Pray gather —Aneone—
Thy flower—foreverore!
Eily Di
Sur for thee, grant I ay be
When sur days are flown!
Thy ic still, when Whippoorwill
And Oriole—are done!
For thee to bloo, Ill skip the tob
And row y blossos over!
Pray gather —Aneone—
Thy flower—foreverore!