Present

You’re sitting on my chair arm now;

    You do not know it, do you?

The golden curls about your brow

    Enchant me; leaning to you

I whisper of the ways we knew,

    The ways we walked together,

Where marguerites and roses grew,

    And where were slopes of heather.

 

You think we’re miles on miles apart,

    But you are perched beside me;

We’re sitting talking heart to heart;

    However fate deride me

I only need to close my eyes

    And fate cannot deny me

The joy that in your presence lies;

    You’re straightway sitting by me.

 

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