Sometime, the sweet love words that now we sayWill be a memory ne'er to fade away. A day shall come when one can never speak, And to the other life be all forlorn and bleak,In that sad time so dark, so dark and drear,Will it be you or I, my dear?Sometime, some day, and one will stand with all abated breath,Watch the last sleep and say: "and is this death?" In that sad time so dark, so dark and drear, Will it be you or I, my dear? O darling! you, my more than very life, I think that even death itself be sweet,That I would gladly go alone to that "Fair land,"If, when I fall asleep," you only hold my hand.
FATE.
I wandered by the river brink, I met a maiden fair and sweet;I sat me on the bank to think, Then, I thought, I would her greet:I spoke! said I: "O maiden fair, Whence comest thou, O maid most dear?"She pushed aside her wavy hair, Quoth she: "I come when none are near."Said I: "O tell me lovely mate Thy name, I do not know it yet."Then found I had been courting Fate, When her answer came—it was "Kismet."
COSMOS.
In the springtime sweet, when Nature all was fair,I tarried with my darling, She had violets in her hair;Blossoms all so fair and sweet, Their perfume o'er me stealingSent thrills of love all thro' my heart, O! rapt'rous thoughts revealing!
When at last the summer came, And with it the wild rose,We walked again together, The day was at its close;In her hair the roses nestled As she lingered by my side,I said: "wear these, my dear one, On the day that you're my bride."
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