SONG.
Reading edition
Each gentle word thy lip imparts,
Each glance of thy dear eye,
Is hidden in my heart of hearts
As in a treasury.
And, though but once in life we’ve met
And ne’er may meet again,
The memory of this hour, shall yet
Within my heart remain,
As the bright tinge of crimson dye,
When the red sun descends,
Long lingers in the western sky
And with the twilight blends.
Still let me cherish thoughts of thee
Till life’s sad hours are o’er;
Think of me, sometimes, tenderly—
I may not ask for more.