LET me believe it, dearest, Let it be As just a dream -- the merest -- Haunting me, That a frank full-souled sweetness Warmed your smile And voice, to indiscreetness Once, awhile! And I will fondly ponder Till I lie Earthed up with others yonder Past a sigh, That you may name at stray times With regret One whom through green and gray times You forget! |