But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,
Some joy I’ve lost with thee.
And now I wish that hour was near,
When friends and foes forgiven—
The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,
May turn to smiles in heaven.
Napolitaine.
Napolitaine, I am dreaming of thee,
I’m hearing thy foot-falls so joyous and free,
Thy dark, flashing eyes are intwining me yet,