The years, wherein I never knew
Such beauty as is yours,—so fraught
With truth and kindness looking through
Your loveliness,—I count them naught,
O girl, so like a lily wrought!
The years wherein I knew not you.
Ah, let me see you always so!—
A dream that haunts my memory's sight—
Your hair of moonlight, face of snow,
And eyes, blue stars of laughing light,
O girl, so like a lily white!
Through all the years that come and go.
True to you only, in my heart
I wear your spirit miniature,
Sincere in simpleness of art,
That makes my love to still endure,
O girl, so like a lily pure!
Through years that keep us still apart.