Lost Love Dream
Come nights, and in my dreary desolate dunes Begins to ring, mysteriously, sweet dulcet tunes! On the distant desert horizon do I descry a beauty chaste Silhouetted amid the starry haze? She knows no haste. Dazzling, unharried and unhurried, she abounds: And swaying daintily, ambles on her lazy... Sign in to see full entry.