THE END OF THE SONG
BY F. E. WEATHERLY.
(By permission of the Berlin Photographic Co.)
I read to you one golden morn among the leaves of June,
The flowers were sweet around our feet, the river sang its tune,
I know not what the story was that stole upon your ears,
I only saw your listening eyes were full of tender tears.
I sang to you when twilight fell, and all the world had flown,
A song that rose from out my heart and was for you alone,
I cannot tell what words I sang,—of gladness or of pain,
I only knew I felt your heart give back the sweet refrain.
And when the night in silence rose, and all the song was o'er,
The world was full of happiness I ne'er had known before,
I know not what I told you then or what you said to me,
I only knew your heart was mine for all the years to be.