O men call this the shortest day The rolling year has seen; But, darling, with thee far away, To me, alone, it's been The longest day That ever lay Upon my heart and brain. So long and drear; Thou wast not here; O come to me again! But backward in the golden June, When the long days are clearest, Came one which faded all too soon From thee and me, my dearest. Ah hours so sweet Are always fleet To sink into the night; On that fair day We two did stray Into Love's land of light! |