But far I am from thee,
In dreams I am but near,
And when I wake alone
My trembling heart has fear.
My waking hours are filled
With longing thoughts of thee,
Oh, bird of downy wing,
Bear my love’s love to me.”
Thus sang Barefoot. It was wonderful how all songs and all music seemed made for her. How many thousands, out of the depths of their souls, have sung these songs, and how many thousands will continue to sing them. You that long, and at last hold lovingly intwined, a heart with your own, you hold also intwined all that ever loved or will ever love.
