THE DUSKY SWALLOWS WILL HANG THEIR NESTS...

The dusky swallows will hang their nests
In your balcony once again,
And with their wings they will lightly tap,
As they flit past your window-pane;
But those who paused in their eager flight
And lingered our names to learn,
That viewed your beauty and my delight...
those who memorized our names,
Ah! these will not return!

Dense honeysuckle will scale the walls
On your garden, and there once more
Will show its blossoms when evening comes,
Even lovelier than before;
But those dew-laden, whose drops we watched
Now tremble and fall, alack!
That we saw fall like the tears of the day...
Ah! these will not come back!

The burning, passionate words of love
Once again in your ears will sound;
And then your heart will perhaps awake,
Will be roused from its sleep profound;
But as one kneels at His altar, mute,
Adoring, with head bent low,
As I have loved you... be undeceived,
Ah! they'll not love you so!