THE END OF THE SONG

I read to you one golden morn among the leaves of June, The flowers were sweet around our feet, the river sang its tune, I know not what the story was that stole upon your ears, I only saw your listening eyes were full of tender tears. I sang to you when twilight fell, and all the world had flown, A song that rose from out my heart and was for you alone, I cannot tell what words I sang,—of gladness or of pain, I only knew I felt your heart give back the sweet refrain. And when the night in silence rose, and all the song was o'er, The world was full of happiness I ne'er had known before, I know not what I told you then or what you said to me, I only knew your heart was mine for all the years to be.