Opals (Custance)/A Lilt of Tears

by Olive Custance

A Lilt of Tears

 

Sing me a song, my Sweet!Not too sad—not too gay—Sing how glad hours fly fleetLike yesterday. . . .

Play me a tune, my dear,Not too soft—not too loud—Life's discords hover near . . .Love's head is bowed. . . .

Dance me a dance to-night!Not too swift—not too slow—Dance in the mystic light,The fire's red glow . . .

Comfort me with a kiss . . .Lips to lips clinging long . . .This is the end I wisOf dance and song.