  Those days are long departed, Gone where the dead dreams are, Since we two children started To look for the morning star. We asked our way of the swallow In his language that we knew, We were sad we could not follow So swift the dark bird flew. We set our wherry drifting Between the poplar trees, And the banks of meadows shifting Were the shores of unknown seas. We talked of the white snow prairies That lie by the Northern lights, And of woodlands where the fairies Are seen in the moonlit nights. Till one long day was over And we grew too tired to roam, And through the corn and clover We slowly wandered home. Ah child! with love and laughter We had journeyed out so far; We who went in the big years after To look for another star; But I go unbefriended Through wind and rain and foam,— One day was hardly ended When the angel took you home. |
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