  I saw her fair face to-day, After the flight of years; I saw, and my eyes grew dim With a mist of weary tears. Lost, when the summer faded Into sad autumn time, And the winds grew melancholy— A tender and sad repine. Sad and silent we lingered As the twilight crept away, And the shadows nearer drew Through the stillness soft and gray. We’d loved with a love as holy As mortal heart e’er knew, But we severed the tie and parted, Into lonesome night withdrew. Wandering, and never at rest, After the long flight of years, To look on her face again Through a mist of weary tears. The sun of life is falling Low down the pale, wan west; The twilight draweth nearer, The time for peace and rest. |
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