Freston
53
And swiftly the sweet, warm words were said,
That won from her lips a tender tale;
For Cupid's shaft had so safely sped,
That she promised a love that should never fail
As we'd drift o'er life's waters together.
That won from her lips a tender tale;
For Cupid's shaft had so safely sped,
That she promised a love that should never fail
As we'd drift o'er life's waters together.
But the stars look down on a little mound,
Far, far away from my quiet room;
For her are the rest, and the tender sound
Of the night-bird's song, but for me all gloom.
So I turn away from the things that are,
And welcome the dreams that will come and go—
Of the fairy stream, and the mystic star,
And the dear dream-land of the long ago,
Where love sat merrily at the helm,
And guided our bark in his own sweet way;
But my Lady has gone to a happier realm,
Though I prayed to the Father to let us, that day,
Drift away on Death's river together.
Far, far away from my quiet room;
For her are the rest, and the tender sound
Of the night-bird's song, but for me all gloom.
So I turn away from the things that are,
And welcome the dreams that will come and go—
Of the fairy stream, and the mystic star,
And the dear dream-land of the long ago,
Where love sat merrily at the helm,
And guided our bark in his own sweet way;
But my Lady has gone to a happier realm,
Though I prayed to the Father to let us, that day,
Drift away on Death's river together.
