THE BLISS OF SORROW. NEVER dry, never dry, Tears that eternal love sheddeth! How dreary, how dead doth the world still appear, When only half-dried on the eye is the tear! Never dry, never dry, Tears that unhappy love sheddeth! 1789.*
NEVER dry, never dry,
Tears that eternal love sheddeth! How dreary, how dead doth the world still appear, When only half-dried on the eye is the tear!
Never dry, never dry,
Tears that unhappy love sheddeth!
1789.*