Lost Reality.

"Lullaby on the wing     Of my song, O my own!     Soft airs of evening     Join my song's murmuring tone.     Lullaby, O my love!     Close"

"Take me away into a storm of snow     So white and soft, I feel no deathly chill,     But listen to the murmuring overflow     Of clouds that f"

"My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms,     Grown hideous and forgotten, left alone,     But every agony my heart has known, -     The n"

"Dear little Dorothy, she is no more!     I have wandered world-wide, from shore to shore,     I have seen as great beauties as ever were wed;"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"