How long the days may seem, how long each night,
(And yet, how short the evening used to be!)
How strange it is that I can never see,
Warm pictures in the hearth that glows so bright.
We used to watch the laughing firelight,
And build dream castles in it--Ah, but we
Built castles everywhere! And now the sea
Is swept between us. You have gone to fight.
And I--I wait and try to dream alone,
And try to smile, to dance and laugh and sing;
And, somehow, cannot think of anything,
But just the thrilling roughness of your tone,
The light that lights your eyes, your lips that cling,
And love--the flame of love that we have known!
