BROKEN WAVES.

The sun is lying on the garden-wall,

The full red rose is sweetening all the air,

The day is happier than a dream most fair;

The evening weaves afar a wide-spread pall,

And lo! sun, day, and rose, no longer there!

I have a lover now my life is young,

I have a love to keep this many a day;

My heart will hold it when my life is gray,

My love will last although my heart be wrung.

My life, my heart, my love shall fade away!

O lover loved, the day has only gone!

In death or life, our love can only go;

Never forgotten is the joy we know,

We follow memory when life is done:

No wave is lost in all the tides that flow.