Streets to left, and streets to right, Dull and dank it seems, As I wander in the night Wakened from my dreams. Yearning, Burning, Pain and smart, Whither dost thou sink, my heart? Whither dost thou sink, my heart? There's a house with shutters green Far away from town, Where the river rolls serene Moving, murmuring down. Bowers, Flowers! Fold it in! Would I were a guest within! Would I were a guest within! |