The Lonely Dreamer
He lives his lonely life, and when he dies A thousand hearts maybe will utter sighs; Because they liked his songs, and now their bird Sleeps with his head beneath his wing, unheard. But what kind hand will tend his grave, and bring Those blossoms there, of which he used to sing? Who'll kiss his mound, and wish the time would come To lie with him inside that silent tomb? And who'll forget the dreamer's skill, and shed A tear because a loving heart is dead? Heigh ho for gossip then, and common sighs, And let his death bring tears in no one's eyes.
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"He lives his lonely life, and when he dies..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Henry Davies delivers a powerful performance in "The Lonely Dreamer"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...