THE PHOTOGHRAPH. 

  

Everyone has gone,
The House is empty,
Their waving goodbye,
Down at the Wake,
Goodbye.

Is the Girl in the Corner,
Trapped with the Flaxen Hair,
Sayin' Her Farewell's from a Distance,
Whilst Framed in Silver,
Blownin' Her Kisses from a Distance,
 A Distance,

Be it hearth rug,
Or Mantle Piece.