Page:The Blue Bird - Custance (1905).djvu/37

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

You went your way . . . the world is wide,
And I forgot, for youth is sweet . . .
Yet when at night I lie awake,
My heart is sad for a dream's sake,
And I remember and regret . . .
O how I loved you when we met!

29