I dreamed of you, and all the fair
Sweet joys of other years came back.
The days, unburdened by a care
The words, the smiles, the tears, alack!
And yet, Love's sacred own, each tear
Only made love more dear, more dear,
To you - to me - Love's vanished years
Came back - my eyes were full of tears.
I dreamed of you, and thought I'd stay
My tears, and check my aching heart.
I bade the present - go apart
And be no more, while I should dream
Of happy days - and you - and deem
'Twas not a dream!
But when those years come back -
My eyes were full of tears.
I dreamed of you, and let them have
Their way - my tears -
And let my breast throb with unrest,
The while I gave myself up to my dream - the blest
Dear memory of what once was!
'Twere vain to have done else, because
When the lone heart dreams of Love's years
'Tis then the eyes will fill with tears.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.