Do I dream, dear love, of the years that live
In memory's sacred bower?
Do I vision again in the twilight,
Midst quiet of the evening hour,
That I hold you close as in days that fled,
And whisper "Dear love, dear love,"
While I fancy you murmur "Forever,"
My girl, from your home above?
Do I speak to you vainly, my darling,
And fancy I see you yet?
Do I dream, as the shadows are falling.
Of words I can ne'er forget?
Do I cling to a hope that was broken,
The wreck of what might have been:
Then, my darling, may God in His mercy
Forever just let me dream.