Poems (Eytinge)/Seven long years beloved
SEVEN LONG YEARS BELOVED.
Seven long years beloved, Yet we are parted at last;Bitter words on either side, Never a thought for the past.
My tears fall fast, beloved, When I think of the years gone by,How hand in hand we wandered Through the path in the field of rye.
Bright dreams we had, beloved; We were willing to work and wait;Alas, for vague repining; Our sorrowing comes too late.
And you are gone, beloved; Forever gone out of my life;I am left with grief alone, To battle 'gainst sin and strife.
So runs the world, beloved; Prayers and repentance are vain;We'll never stand by the silver stream, Or walk through the waving grain.
Seven long years, beloved, Yet we are parted at last;Bitter words on either side, Never a thought for the past.