XXVDREAMS
Where shall we be, love, you and I,
A hundred years from to-day, to-day?
Blossoming out in the blue-eyed grasses,
Borne on the breeze that loiters and passes,
On the cloud of gold or gray?
One, or sundered, forever and aye?
Will you not whisper, love, softly to me
From out the gloom where your dust reposes?
And shall I not answer with all my heart,
Though our graves be leagues and oceans apart?
Shall I not long for smile or caressing,
For the warm hand's touch and the warm lip's blessing?
Will our ashes regret when the summer closes,
Or thrill and stir at the time of roses?
Where are the friends of a century gone—
Where are they all to-day, to-day?
Singing about the heavenly throne,
Garnering in the love they have sown,
Or a handful of dust by the wild winds blown?
A hundred years from to-day, to-day,
Love, we shall be as they!
A hundred years from to-day, to-day?
Blossoming out in the blue-eyed grasses,
Borne on the breeze that loiters and passes,
On the cloud of gold or gray?
One, or sundered, forever and aye?
Will you not whisper, love, softly to me
From out the gloom where your dust reposes?
And shall I not answer with all my heart,
Though our graves be leagues and oceans apart?
Shall I not long for smile or caressing,
For the warm hand's touch and the warm lip's blessing?
Will our ashes regret when the summer closes,
Or thrill and stir at the time of roses?
Where are the friends of a century gone—
Where are they all to-day, to-day?
Singing about the heavenly throne,
Garnering in the love they have sown,
Or a handful of dust by the wild winds blown?
A hundred years from to-day, to-day,
Love, we shall be as they!
XXVIREVERIE
Slipping, drifting, with the tide,
All the summer twilight through,
As in heaven the stars abide
In my heart do dreams of you.
All the summer twilight through,
As in heaven the stars abide
In my heart do dreams of you.
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