Will you remember
What I forget?—
Words, each an ember,
That you regret?
Now in November,
Now we have met?
What if love wept once!
What though you knew!
What if he crept once
Pleading to you!—
He never slept once,
Nor was untrue.
Often forgetful,
Love may forget;
Froward and fretful,
Dear, he will fret;
Ever regretful,
He will regret.
Life is completer
Through his control;
Living made sweeter
Even through dole,
Hearing Love's metre
Sing in the soul.
Flesh may not hear it,
Being impure;
And mind may fear it,
May not endure;
But in the spirit—
There we are sure.
So when to-morrow
Ceases, and we
Quit this we borrow,
Mortality,
Love chastens sorrow
So it can see....
Still you are weeping!
Why do you weep?—
Are tears in keeping
With joy so deep?
Gladness so sweeping?—
Are you asleep?
Speak to me, dearest!
Say it is true!—
That I am nearest,
Dearest to you.—
Smile with those clearest
Eyes of grey blue.