DO you remember, love -- How long ago it seems -- When by the pebbled cove, Our sweet, fair dreams Took wing? Alas, how long it is -- What wasted years between; What untouched hours of bliss; And unlived dream -- Time's sting! Were not the high tides sweet! The sails upon the stream -- The billows' bounding beat, The sea-gull's scream And swing. What murmuring music rose From zephyr's low-tuned chords, To which in love's repose Our hearts made words To sing. Ah, sweet, where is Love gone? To what bourne, east or west, Shall you and I alone Bide his behest Wand'ring? |