Poems (Geisse)/Remembered Days

by Mary A. Geisse

REMEMBERED DAYS.

In the quiet of the evening,
 When the shadows gather deep,
When the violets fold their petals
 And the merry songsters sleep;
When the little firefly flashes
 Through the gloom his tiny light,
And the crickets add their music
 To the voices of the night;
When the heavens show their splendor
 And the far worlds brightly shine,
Then I think with passionate longing
 Of a heart that once was mine;
And once more I cross the meadows
 With a lover's springing tread,
While my pulses thrill at memory
 Of the maid I hoped to wed;
And again I see her seated
 At the foot of some old tree,
With that tender smile of greeting
 That she always kept for me.
Thus in fancy oft I seek her
 As I sought her long ago,
In the old familiar pathways
 Where our feet were wont to go;
And I catch a faint reflection
 Of the joys of that lost time,
As I gaze in memory's mirror
 At that old sweetheart of mine.
Would she know me now I wonder,
 Will she know me when we meet
In that land of truer vision
 Where our lives shall be complete?
Will she have a smile of welcome
 For the earthly love she bore,
Those old days will she remember,
 When we meet to part no more?