Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
To-day I am thinking of thee,
And of the days that used to be,
When together we two stood
In a quiet, leafy wood
By a little sylvan brook,
While we read each other's love as a book!
Ah! those days have long since flown,
They are gone, forever gone,
Those were days of "auld lang syne,"
Then I was yours and you were mine;
Through elysian fields we walked,
And of love we freely talked.
Yes, we loved each then,
Life was then a sweet refrain,
But I'm sad to-day, my dearie,
And the world seems, oh, so dreary,
For I see no more your face,
Feel no more your fond embrace.