Song-bloom :: :: University of Virginia Library

As thou dost through far flying vales retreat
With soft breath than the wind-kissed rose more sweet,
Remember me!

Remember me when sunset through the panes
Gleams,—when the burning gold of sunrise reigns
Above the sea.

When all the woods in June with laughing birds
Are loud, remember love's old June-sweet words,
Love's summer glee.

As thou dost hold thy new love by the hand,
Remember, lady, all the old flowerful land,
Remember me!

When days are dreary now, and lips are cold,
And no sweet singer at thy gate is bold,
Think on the sea.

Think how the old waves sang louder for my song,
How sweet the moonlit beach was, and the strong
Lyre of love's glee.

By all the old summer days and woods divine
That leapt at lovers' footsteps, yours and mine,
Remember me!

By silent sorrowing in thy swift retreat
Think, if the rills be tender, how more sweet
The open sea.

Think, if the buds that smile for thee inland
Be gracious, were it not more grace to stand
Alone with me?

Far out of sight of common haunts and ways,
Tender as in the old tender-eyed sweet days
Beside the sea;

The days which closed in sacred wondrous tune
Of mystic first love 'neath the mystic moon,
In marvellous glee;

Were it not passing sweet again to stand,
Lips touching sweet lips, strong hand touching hand,—
Remember me.