SAY THE SWEET WORDS.
Say the sweet words, say them soon;
You have said the bitter,—
Changed to tears, by this still moon
You may see them glitter.
You have said the bitter,—
Changed to tears, by this still moon
You may see them glitter.
Say the sweet words soon, I pray—
Mine is piteous pleading:
Haste to draw the steel away,
Though the wound keep bleeding.
Mine is piteous pleading:
Haste to draw the steel away,
Though the wound keep bleeding.
