Poems (Bell)/In Dreams
IN DREAMS.
Thinking of you my darling All through the weary dayAnd the thought of you, my darling Is wearing my life away.O for the days that are past, dear, Days from all sorrow free,The words that you said to me then, dear Were as a low, sweet song to me.
The purple shadows are deep'ning Over the distant hill,And the thought of you, my dear one Leaves in my heart a long, sad thrill.You are here beside me my darling Holding me fast by the hand.
Together at last! My darling, In this far distant land!Away from all sorrow and care, dear, Was there ever a land like thisUnknown before, so real now, Ah, I never e'en dreamed of such bliss!
The crimson shadows are breaking Over the distant hill,I awaken! The dream is over, And the low, low, small voice is still.And you're no longer by my side, dear, Alas! I am alone again,Back once more to the old life In all its realistic pain.