DRIFTING in our frail canoe On the dusky, silent stream, Dearest, see! The sunset-gleam Fires love's torch for me and you. Coral clouds and pearly sky, Flaming in the farthest west, Softly whisper peace and rest, Peace and rest that never die. Let us shun the sable shore, Frowning at us slipping by. Let's be happy, you and I, Drifting, drifting evermore. |