OTHER DAYS

I wonder if you ever dream of other days,

Because, sometimes, at twilight when the sunset plays

Half wistfully across the polished oaken floor,

I see you smiling — standing in your place once more.

( Do you remember little things we used to say?

They would n't mean so very much to us to-day....

Do you remember how I wore a gown of blue,

Because it brought the haze of autumn clouds to you?

Do you remember how I said you did n't care —

And how you laughed at me and rumpled up my hair?

Do you remember how the tears stood in my eyes

At your good-by when darkness overhung the skies? )

I wonder if you ever dream of other days?

Because, sometimes at twilight when the sunset plays

Half wistfully across your empty cozy-chair,

I turn and half expect to see you smiling there!