Poems (Geisse)/Remembered Days

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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?
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