WEEP, maiden, weep here o’er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing–by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead?–oh, that I cannot prove:
A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.
1767-9.
WEEP, maiden, weep here o’er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing–by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead?–oh, that I cannot prove:
A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.
1767-9.