LOVE’S WITCHERY

Each day’s a golden hour to me, Since I can walk again with thee. The sea sings sweetly as of old, And all the laughing days unfold Their loveliness. The little streams Go drifting by like fairy dreams; And o’er the perfumed face of Night Fall misty veils of silver light. Glad promise gleams in morning skies, And dawns, for me, in your dear eyes; Each day’s a golden hour to me Since I can walk again with thee.