Reminiscence

We walked thru the woods together— How sweet was the nightingale’s song! How merrily chuckled the brook, As it bubbled along! We climbed the hill-tops together, How you loved the night-wind’s soft croon! How near were the star-shot heavens, How near the yellow moon! We stood on the quay together, Stood, looking out over the sea, You blushed, dropped your eyes, I recall, And gave your lips to me. Now is the nightingale silent, The brook’s chuckle too, long ago. I sit on a cliff-top, listening To the breakers below.