Never again will he wait 'neath my window,
Bidding me join him, as loving he stands;
Never to watch for his coming to meet me
Over the sea from those distant lands!
Dark are his eyes as is the veiled splendor
Of tropical skies in storm overcast!
Glorious his smile as the sunlight descending,
Full on the earth when that tempest is past!
Now in the land of his birth though he wander,
'Neath Southern palms tho' his footsteps rove,