How shall we see pleasure--see
pleasure?
Victor Hugo - Poems
My soul's in chase, my body chafes to wander--
My dagger's filed--
Oh! this chill wind may change, and o'er the mountain
May drive me wild! "
HENRY L. WILLIAMS.
GUITAR SONG.
_("Comment, disaient-ils. ")_
[XXIII. , July 18, 1838. ]
How shall we flee sorrow--flee sorrow? said he.
How, how! How shall we flee sorrow--flee sorrow? said he.
How--how--how? answered she.
How shall we see pleasure--see pleasure? said he.
How, how! How shall we see pleasure--see pleasure? said he.
Dream--dream--dream! answered she.
How shall we be happy--be happy? said he.
How, how! How shall we be happy--be happy? said he.
Love--love--love! whispered she.
EVELYN JERROLD
COME WHEN I SLEEP.
_("Oh, quand je dors.
