Lament (verse)
Mullins, Helene
Lament Alas! though you've been gone from me a short space only, 'Tis like a life of nights and days have passed away. No place is pleasant to me now, I've grown that lonely, There's not a one I...
...I'll go and seek you as you are among my memories, I'll look upon your face again and take your hands in mine...
...But O the comfort's little in things the like of these, It's drinking simple water when I'm wanting sparkling wine...
...No place is pleasant to me now, I've grown that lonely, There's not a one I care to see, a thing I care to say...
...Helene Mullins...
Vol. 11 • February 1930 • No. 16
