The tears may like a deluge seem Induced by memories of have-been Transient pleasures and lasting bliss The freshness of that very first kiss The starry eyes I no longer see All fixed within like a part of me The leaf may have blown thither Tire it may but it shan't wither Your sweet photo in an Indian dress Shall brighten my room nevertheless May luck and cheer bide your joy newfound Look out over and you shall find me around
