This page has been validated.
LOST LIGHT.
79
LOST LIGHT.
Y heart is chilled and my pulse is slow,
But often and often will memory go,
Like a blind child lost in a waste of snow,
Back to the days when I loved you so,—
The beautiful long ago.
But often and often will memory go,
Like a blind child lost in a waste of snow,
Back to the days when I loved you so,—
The beautiful long ago.
I sit here, dreaming them through and through,
The blissful moments I shared with you,—
The sweet, sweet days when our love was new,
When I was trustful and you were true,—
Beautiful days, but few.
The blissful moments I shared with you,—
The sweet, sweet days when our love was new,
When I was trustful and you were true,—
Beautiful days, but few.
Blest or wretched, fettered or free,
Why should I care how your life may be,
Or whether you wander by land or sea?
I only know you are dead to me,
Ever and hopelessly.
Why should I care how your life may be,
Or whether you wander by land or sea?
I only know you are dead to me,
Ever and hopelessly.