The Memory of An Amigo

The twinkling stars are over my head, The shimmering sand is my bed, The shooting star’s flare, Does not bring me a nightmare, But arouses the memory of an amigo, Gone into oblivion long ago! The light and colour, In the open air, Of a chilly polar night, Bring me delight, And arouse the memory of an amigo, Gone into oblivion long ago! On the moonlit night, Calm and bright, The dancing polar light, Dazzles my sight, And arouses the memory of an amigo, Gone into oblivion long ago! Reveling in Nature’s delight, I am a ‘blithe spirit’! Yet why o why? I know not, Arises in the mind a somber thought, That arouses the memory of an amigo, Gone into oblivion long ago!