To lose thee – sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitute,
But then, I had the dew!
The Caspian has it’s realms of sand,
It’s other realm of sea.
Without the sterile perquisite,
No Caspian could be.
To lose thee – sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitute,
But then, I had the dew!
The Caspian has it’s realms of sand,
It’s other realm of sea.
Without the sterile perquisite,
No Caspian could be.