  Here we sat beside the river Long ago, my Love and I, Where the willows droop and quiver 'Twixt the water and the sky. We were wrapped in fragrant shadow, 'Twas the quiet vesper time, And the bells across the meadows Mingled with the ripple's chime. With no thought of ill betiding, "Thus," we said, "life's years shall be For us twain a river gliding To a calm, eternal sea." I am sitting by the river Where we used to sit of old, And the willows droop and quiver 'Gainst a sky of burning gold; But my Love long since went onward, Down the river's shining tide, To the land that is far sunward, With the angels to abide; And in pastures fair and vernal, In the coming by-and-bye, Far across the sea eternal We shall meet—my Love and I. Helen M. Burnside. |
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