Alas, So Long!

AH! dear one, we were young so long, It seemed that youth would never go, For skies and trees were ever in song And water in singing flow In the days we never again shall know. Alas, so long! Ah! then was it all Spring weather? Nay, but we were young and together. Ah! dear one, I've been old so long, It seems that age is loth to part, Though days and years have never a song, And oh! have they still the art That warmed the pulses of heart to heart? Alas, so long! Ah! then was it all Spring weather? Nay, but we were young and together. Ah! dear one, you've been dead so long,— How long until we meet again, Where hours may never lose their song Nor flowers forget the rain In glad noonlight that never shall wane? Alas, so long! Ah! shall it be then Spring weather, And ah! shall we be young together?