Alfred Bunn. 1790-1860.
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side.
Song.
The light of other days[561:4] is faded,
And all their glories past.
Song.
The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.
Song.
Footnotes
[561:4] See Moore, page 523.