Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent This day's suggestive beauty as we ought,
I have gone forth alone and been content To make you mistress only of my thought.
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind In my life's agitations to include This moment's refuge where my sense can find Refreshment, and my soul beatitude.
Oh, be my gentle love a little while!
Walk with me sometimes.
Let me see you smile.
Watching some night under a wintry sky,
Before the charge, or on the bed of pain,
These blessed memories shall revive again And be a power to cheer and fortify
