I KNOW A HEART IN LADY-LAND
SO INNOCENT AND BRIGHT;
I KNOW A DEAR AND DAINTY HAND
SO WARM, AND WEE, AND WHITE,
AND LIGHTLY TO THE WINDS I'D CAST
ALL ELSE THE WORLD DOTH HOLD,
IF I COULD BIND THEM CLOSE AND FAST
WITHIN A HOOP OF GOLD.
A WOMAN HEARS THE MELODY OF FLOWERS IN THE WIND.
SHE SEES THE BEAUTY OF THE UNSEEN.
SHE FEELS THE TUGS AND PULLS AND URGES OF LIFE.
SHE KNOWS WHEN IT IS TIME TO RUN, AND TIME TO REST;
TIME TO LAUGH AND TIME TO CRY;
TIME TO HOLD ON AND TIME TO LET GO.
I WAKE FILLED WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU.
YOUR PORTRAIT AND THE INTOXICATING EVENING
WHICH WE SPENT TOGETHER YESTERDAY--
HAVE LEFT MY SENSES IN TURMOIL.
SWEET, INCOMPARABLE JOSEPHINE,
WHAT A STRANGE EFFECT
YOU HAVE ON MY HEART!!
NAPOLEON BONAPARTE
AS FAR AWAY ALONE I ROAM,
MY THOUGHTS ARE FILLED WITH LOVE AND HOME.
I LISTEN IN THE SUNSET GLOW
FOR WORDS AND SONGS OF LONG AGO..
I THINK OF ALL MOST DEAR TO ME
AND WITH THEM ALL COME
THOUGHTS OF THEE.
