Now you are gone Where lovelier flowers bloom, Will you forget This garden, -- yours and mine, Gay with the patterns Woven on Spring's swift loom In tulips, daffodils, And columbine? Nay, when the first Bright star shines in the sky, And winds are sweet With perfume and with dew Along our path, -- I hear a night bird cry, -- Oh, not in vain My hushed heart waits for you. |