. Dreams and realities . t song ? Light and darkness, sun and shadow All repeatThat I love you, love you, love you, Sweetest sweet!All the worlds great heart is throbbing With one song—It is this: that I shall love you My life long. AFTER MANY DAYS. YOU sat in a shadowed corner,But the light fell on your face;And I could gaze upon you—Unseen—from my quiet place. And I noted your every feature—The smile that you wore of old— And I wonder if time has made youMore tender, and less cold. And I see your sweet eyes shiningWith a glance I seem to know, And memory, backward winging,Brings whispers of
. Dreams and realities . t song ? Light and darkness, sun and shadow All repeatThat I love you, love you, love you, Sweetest sweet!All the worlds great heart is throbbing With one song—It is this: that I shall love you My life long. AFTER MANY DAYS. YOU sat in a shadowed corner,But the light fell on your face;And I could gaze upon you—Unseen—from my quiet place. And I noted your every feature—The smile that you wore of old— And I wonder if time has made youMore tender, and less cold. And I see your sweet eyes shiningWith a glance I seem to know, And memory, backward winging,Brings whispers of long ago. And I wonder if you rememberIn the midst of Times mad flight A little bit of a romanceTwo years ago to-night. Two years ! How the days have fleeted,Like the shadow of a dream! That little springtime romanceWas hurried down lifes stream. AFTER MANY DAYS. 233 Two years! And we loved each other. (Is it tears that are blinding my sight?)Of the world, to you I am least,, And to me von are nothing SINCE THEN. YOU ask me to turn back my lifes page,And read a chapter growing dim with age;To find amid the winters ice and snowOne sweet spring flower that perished long ago;To call from out the voiceless silence—deep—The music that so long has been asleep;To take the cherished links of a broken chainAnd make it whole and beautiful again. You ask me to recall a golden dream That faded like the lightnings fitful gleam; To call a ghost from out the buried past; To awaken old sleeping memories at last. Ah! know you not the page youd have me read Of bitter, bitter fruit was but the seed? That oer it since I saw a shadow drift That years of boundless joy scarce would lift. If I should call the melody and songFrom chords that have been silent 0 so long,Think you the music would be just as sweetAs that which we once thought was so complete?If I should find the flower amid the snow,Would fragrance from its faded petals flow?If I should turn the shadowed page again
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