Will Ladislaw's Song
O me, O me, what frugal cheer
My love doth feed upon!
A touch, a ray, that is not here,
A shadow that is gone:
A dream of breath that might be near,
An inly-echoed tone,
The thought that one may think me dear,
The place where one was known,
The tremor of a banished fear,
An ill that was not done—
O me, O me, what frugal cheer
My love doth feed upon!
My love doth feed upon!
A touch, a ray, that is not here,
A shadow that is gone:
A dream of breath that might be near,
An inly-echoed tone,
The thought that one may think me dear,
The place where one was known,
The tremor of a banished fear,
An ill that was not done—
O me, O me, what frugal cheer
My love doth feed upon!
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