The West a glimmering lake of light, A dream of pearly weather, The first of stars is burning white -
The star we watch together.
Is April dead? The unresting year Will shape us our September, And April's work is done, my dear -
Do you not remember?
O gracious eve! O happy star, Still-flashing, glowing, sinking! -
Who lives of lovers near or far So glad as I in thinking?
The gallant world is warm and green, For May fulfils November.
When lights and leaves and loves have been, Sweet, will you remember?
O star benignant and serene, I take the good to-morrow, That fills from verge to verge my dream, With all its joy and sorrow!
The old, sweet spell is unforgot That turns to June December;
And, tho' the world remembered not, Love, we would remember.
1876
