To-night the phantom gay
All radiant with glee,
Sought in my body’s clay
For where my heart might be.
He failed to find it there;
So, with unerring art,
His dagger he did bare
And plunged it in my heart.
All radiant with glee,
Sought in my body’s clay
For where my heart might be.
He failed to find it there;
So, with unerring art,
His dagger he did bare
And plunged it in my heart.
