This summer wind with thee and me āàRoams in the dawn of day; But thou must be, when it shall be, āàEre evening-far away. The farewell's echo from thy soul āàShould not depart before Hills rise and distant rivers roll āàBetween us evermore. I know that I have done thee wrong, āàHave wronged both thee and Heaven; And I may mourn my lifetime long āàAnd may not be forgiven. Repentant tears will vainly fall āàTo cover deeds untrue, For by no grief can I recall āàThe dreary word adieu! Yet thou a future peace shalt win, āàBecause thy soul is clear; And I who had the heart to sin āàWill find a heart to bear. Till far beyond earth's frenzied strife, āàThat makes destruction joy, Thy perished faith shall spring to life, āàAnd my remorse shall die. |