IX.
Little sister, thou art pale! Ah, I have a wandering brain-- But I lose that fever-bale, And my thoughts grow calm again. Lean down closer--closer still! I have words thine ear to fill, And would kiss thee at my will.
Little sister, thou art pale! Ah, I have a wandering brain-- But I lose that fever-bale, And my thoughts grow calm again. Lean down closer--closer still! I have words thine ear to fill, And would kiss thee at my will.