“We remember our love in the spring time—
Ah, life to us then was so dear,
As we drifted through days joy-laden,
And nights filled with moonbeams so clear.
“We remember the sunshine of summer,
When the hours floated by like a dream,
And the air was alive with bird-music
And the world was a shimmer of green.
“We remember, too, winter is fleeting,
Though now it is snow-bound and drear;