Wafting the steady night air,
slumber's chain has bound me.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
The smiles,
the tears of
boyhood's years,
the words of love then spoken.
The
eyes that shone now dimmed and gone,
the cheerful hearts now broken.
Thus in the steady night air,
slumber's chain has bound me.
Sad memory brings the light of other days
around me.
When I remember all the friends so linked together,
in
wintry weather,
I feel like one who treads alone,
some banquet hall deserted,
whose lights are fled,
and all but he departed.