Life across your stare gleamed bright
And glistened off my soul that night.
In your eyes, calm and warm, my pride was humbled,
For into your arms I wilted and crumbled,
As into the Hand of Solace at rest upon my cheek.
A thorn, my heart does grow toward your cool, soft air,
Where for all the world, once vanished has all care:
Where with your touch, away did fade the bleak.
I was with you at peace; and now, a lover on my knees
Who woos with silly rhymes so your heart that I might please.
But ‘til we’re heart to heart, and your lips again I kiss
Eternity I fear shall pass! What cruel, sweet bliss -
To live this life and dream until at death the dream departs,
A dying dream that knew and loved your gentle heart.