And my thoughts turn idly to yesterday,
And a world where troubles were very few;
To a world that shines in a distance fair,
Like a fairy dream, impossibly sweet,—
Was life what it seem'd when we liv'd out there?
Or was it only a lovely deceit?
Slumber approach'd not my eyes—open'd wide—
My wide-open eyes that so seldom weep!
Harry turn'd in his sleep, and turning sigh'd—
It breaks my heart when he sighs in his sleep.