Can it be true that our hearts are so light?
When did we dream? Is it now? Was it then?
And oh! to stand on the well-known road
In the bright uncertain English weather;
And oh! the hearts that are free from a load,
And oh! the hands that are knit together!
And oh! to see Rover leap to his side
With a yell as if he doubted his sight!
I thought the old dog would have really died
In his vehement agony of delight.