Lonely heart, lonely heart, walking alone,
Friendless and frantic, and turning to stone!
DREAMS
If you’ve a dream at heart, lad,
Some wilfull, noble plan,
Then cherish it within, lad,
And tell it to no man.
To friend and foe alike be dumb
On what you plan to do,
And keep that secret chamber locked
Until the work is through.
For I had dreams at heart, boy,
But talked them all away,
And now I needs must start, boy,
To dream anew today.
THE BUGLES CALLED
We lay together, he and I,
Upon a little hill,
Beneath a tree that sheltered us,
As trees so often will.
I touched his hand and felt him stir,
Expectancy of love!
And then my lips poured out my heart,
The things I told him of.
But when his heart began to speak
The bugles called to war
And he arose and left me there.
I never saw him more.