She Was All the World to Me |
Dr. Duffy, 1864
In the sad and mournful Autumn With the falling of the leaf, Death, the reaper, claimed our loved one As the husbandman the sheaf, Cold and dark the day we laid her 'Neath the sighing cypress tree, |: For though nothing to another, She was all the world to me. :|
2. In the month of song and blossom, | 3. Then the rare and bright-eyed maiden In the month of song and flowers, Rose-lipped and beauty laden, Curtained by the twilight hours, Gave her hand into my keeping 'Neath the spreading green-wood tree. |: "And," she said with eyelids drooping, "You are all the world to me." :|
4. But there hovered near a spirit |