And they held their breath as they left the room, With a shudder to glance at its stillness and gloom. But he — who loved her too well to dread The sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead — He lit his lamp, and took the key, And turned it! Alone again... Auld Lang Syne: Selections from the Papers of the "Pen and Pencil Club." - Page 75 by Pen and Pencil Club - 1877 - 176 pages Full view -
|