Songs of Travel: V. In Dreams

In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand

As heretofore

The unremembered tokens in your hand

Avail no more

No more the morning glow, no more the grace

Enshrines, endears

Cold beats the light of time upon your face And shows your tears

He came and went. Perchance you wept a while

And then forgot

Ah me! but he that left you with a smile

Forgets you not