Song
I LIKE no book whose hero goes
Page after page through desert prose,
And wanders wearily along,
Far from the happy hills of song.
For me a heroine who trips
With lilting lyrics on her lips,
And lovelight in her eyes sublime,
By rippling rivulets of rhyme.
Page after page through desert prose,
And wanders wearily along,
Far from the happy hills of song.
For me a heroine who trips
With lilting lyrics on her lips,
And lovelight in her eyes sublime,
By rippling rivulets of rhyme.
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