TO DREAM ALONE....

How long the days may seem, how long each night,

( And yet, how short the evenings used to be! )

How strange it is that I can never see,

Warm pictures in the hearth that glows so bright.

We used to watch the laughing firelight,

And build dream castles in it — Ah, but we

Built castles everywhere! And now the sea

Is swept between us. You have gone to fight.

And I — I wait and try to dream alone,

And try to smile, to dance and laugh and sing;

And, somehow, cannot think of anything,

But just the thrilling roughness of your tone,

The light that lights your eyes, your lips that cling,

And love — the flame of love that we have known!