In dreams of me were lifted to the skies,
Where, by our far sea-home, the sunlight dies;
If thou didst stand, alone,
Watching the day pass slowly, slow, as here,
But closer and more dear,
Beyond the meadow and the long, familiar line
Of blackening pine;
When lo! that second smile;—dear heart, it was thine own.
"AFTER SORROW'S NIGHT"
After sorrow's night
Dawned the morning bright.
In dewy woods I heard
A golden-throated bird,
And "Love, love, love," it sang,
And "Love, love, love."
Evening shadows fell
In our happy dell.
From glimmering woods I heard
A golden-throated bird,
And "Love, love, love," it sang,
And "Love, love, love."
O, the summer night
Starry was and bright.
In the dark woods I heard
A golden-throated bird,
And "Love, love, love," it sang,
And "Love, love, love."
