 | From the Land of Dreams |  |
MEETING
I
O come to me in the morning, white Swan of the thousand charms,Or come to me in the passion of day, the rapture of noon,
Or come to me in the twilight hour, sweet Longing of my arms,
In the hush when day kisses night, our two hearts beating one tune!
II
Though Time on his owl-soft wings bring parting of our feet,Oh! never my heart from yours will wander, come day, come night.
And never my lips forget your kiss that the world made sweet,
Or my heart the song of my love in that hour of its young delight!
| From the Land of Dreams | |