The waves, the dream, the ebb and flow,


    Are sparkling ''neath the silver moon:


    And to the west my heart now goes;


    My hope and dreams shall follow soon,


    The shadows of distant towers


    are cast upon the sea so blue,


    Lengthening in the slow hours


    That lead me evermore to you


    With you, my heart is pure and clear


    the azure of the cloudless skies,


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    Or the first breath you take this year


    while on my chest your head now lies.


    We lie upon the meadow green,


    and in this place we still ponder,


    of adventures and things unseen,


    walking into the wild yonder


    I see your eyes in the cold dark,


    as we rise from the dew-soaked ground,


    and from your eyes, a starlight spark,


    as from above, the sterling round


    And so I wonder with you now,


    then rest under a golden tree,


    lie beneath these aureate boughs,


    from pain and doubt, forever free


    Into the west, my hope now flies,


    and glimmers ''neath the silver moon,


    I gaze with longing into your eyes,


    and say, “I will be with you soon.”