Remembering Her

Oh ! how I wish you could come back again. Thy smiling face of divine charm, Thy moist eyes of ocean blue, Thy dark hair , that the air brushed, And the modesty He bestowed on you. The days we spent , of golden past, Down the valley , on the lush green grass, Through the dense wood on mother's lap, The run through the meadow and a walk by the brook, Oh ! the horse ride with our little gay cap. The days have passed , the years have flown, All the fun seems a mere oblivion. Thy soul that rests knows no pain, and I , the black sheep , in the savage ,left all alone. Oh ! I wish you could come back again.