Jessie Lemont - The Tomb of a Young Girl lyrics

We still remember! The same as of yore All that has happened once again must be. As grows a lemon-tree upon the shore— It was like that—your light, small breasts you bore, And his blood's current coursed like the wild sea. That god— who was the wanderer, the slim Despoiler of fair women; he—the wise,— But sweet and glowing as your thoughts of him Who cast a shadow over your young limb While bending like your arched brows o'er your eyes.