MEN AND WOMEN.
LOVE AMONG THE RUINS.
1.
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop—
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop—
2.
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
