Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.


The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats, with a Memoir of Each (ed. 1879)


Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.

Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.

Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.

Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.