And the skies were radiant with the sunset glow,
Thou and I were happy, long, long years ago!
Love, the young and hopeful, hovered o’er us twain,
Filled us with sad pleasure and delicious pain,
In the summer evenings, wandering in the lane.
In the winter evenings, when the wild winds roar,
Blustering in the chimney, piping at the door,
Thou and I are happy, as in days of yore.
Love still hovers o’er us, robed in white attire,
Drawing heavenly music from an earthly lyre,