I seem to see them standing there,
Always together, always so,—,
’Twas long ago, oh, long ago!
The east was bright with yellow noon,
The flying vessel vanished soon.
Flashes of jubilant white spray
Beckoned and pointed her the way.
A lessening speck she outward sped;
Sadly we turned, but still we said,,
“They will come back again, we know,”—