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KNICKERBOCKER GALLERY.
We had friends when we were young,
And we shared their smiles and tears:
But they are for ever flown;
We can only weep alone
In the shadow of the years!
Roses come again with spring;
(We are standing on the tomb,
But beneath our feet they bloom!)
And the summer birds do sing!
But the dead, who loved them so,
They are in the winter snow;
Far from birds, and far from flowers,
And this weary life of ours!
All is over! Naught remains,
Save the memory of our pains,
And the years that bear us fast
To the silence of the Past!
And we shared their smiles and tears:
But they are for ever flown;
We can only weep alone
In the shadow of the years!
Roses come again with spring;
(We are standing on the tomb,
But beneath our feet they bloom!)
And the summer birds do sing!
But the dead, who loved them so,
They are in the winter snow;
Far from birds, and far from flowers,
And this weary life of ours!
All is over! Naught remains,
Save the memory of our pains,
And the years that bear us fast
To the silence of the Past!
A Serenade.
There's a door in your chamber, lady mine;
I, the king, have the key;
There's a walk in our garden's deepest shade,
For you, sweet, and me!
I, the king, have the key;
There's a walk in our garden's deepest shade,
For you, sweet, and me!
We are royal and distant by day,
When the world is in sight;
But at night we have hearts, and we love,
And are happy at night!
When the world is in sight;
But at night we have hearts, and we love,
And are happy at night!
Not a lamp now remains, lady mine!
All is still: let us rise:
I can track you by the beat of your heart,
And the light of your eyes!
All is still: let us rise:
I can track you by the beat of your heart,
And the light of your eyes!
Through the dusk of the lindens we'll glide
To that alley of ours,
And walk in the light of the moon,
And the odor of flowers!
To that alley of ours,
And walk in the light of the moon,
And the odor of flowers!
