Explore "Songs" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Heart, here are roses burning with the South -- / ("Fairer was her false mouth") -- / Close your tired eyes, the twilight gives you rest -- / ("Cool was her snowy breast").
Take of the sunshine, nor remember rain -- / ("Love is a cruel pain") -- / Hush! you shall sleep forgetting love's alarms -- / ("Sleep died in her false arms").