TWILIGHT NIGHT.
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Each went his way to his own land
At his own pace,
Each went to fill his separate place.
At his own pace,
Each went to fill his separate place.
If we should meet one day,
If both should not forget,
We shall clasp hands the accustomed way,
As when we met,
So long ago, as I remember yet.
If both should not forget,
We shall clasp hands the accustomed way,
As when we met,
So long ago, as I remember yet.
II.
Where my heart is (wherever that may be)
Might I but follow!
If you fly thither over heath and lea,
O honey-seeking bee,
O careless swallow,
Bid some for whom I watch keep watch for me.
Might I but follow!
If you fly thither over heath and lea,
O honey-seeking bee,
O careless swallow,
Bid some for whom I watch keep watch for me.
Alas! that we must dwell, my heart and I.
So far asunder.
Hours wax to days, and days and days creep by;
I watch with wistful eye,
I wait and wonder:
When will that day draw nigh—that hour draw nigh?
So far asunder.
Hours wax to days, and days and days creep by;
I watch with wistful eye,
I wait and wonder:
When will that day draw nigh—that hour draw nigh?
Not yesterday, and not I think to-day;
Perhaps to-morrow.
Day after day "to-morrow," thus I say:
I watched, so yesterday
In hope and sorrow,
Again to-day I watch the accustomed way.
Perhaps to-morrow.
Day after day "to-morrow," thus I say:
I watched, so yesterday
In hope and sorrow,
Again to-day I watch the accustomed way.
