When I was young I longed for Love,
And held his glory far above
All other earthly things. I cried:
The world is a snob, and the man who wins
Is the chap for its money's worth:
And the lust for success causes half of the sins
OH, I haven't got long to live, for we all
Die soon, e'en those who live longest;
And the poorest and weakest are taking their chance
BEYOND the years the answer lies,
Beyond where brood the grieving skies
And Night drops tears.
THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
Soft as a maiden's breath the wind that flies
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought
The magic gold which from the seeker flies;
Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,--
My being is attuned to thee.
Thou settest all my words a-wing,
And meltest me to melody.
A DOWN the west a golden glow
Sinks burning in the sea,
And all the dreams of long ago
'SUNSHINE on de medders,
Greenness on de way;
Dat's de blessed reason
I sing all de day.'