An Old Story
by
They were parted at last, although
Each was tenderly dear;
As asunder their eyes did go,
When first alone and near.
‘Tis an old story this–
A trembling and a sigh,
A gaze in the eyes, a kiss–
Why will it not go by?
They were parted at last, although
Each was tenderly dear;
As asunder their eyes did go,
When first alone and near.
‘Tis an old story this–
A trembling and a sigh,
A gaze in the eyes, a kiss–
Why will it not go by?