Since I Kissed You
There are rabbit tracks, I warrant,
Making pathways through the snow,
And grim winter’s grasp is holding
Summer ways we used to go;
In the glen dead nests are hanging,
For the birds have all gone South;
And there’s not a daisy blooming
Where I kissed you on the mouth.
And the cliff paths where we wandered
Now are perilous with sleet,
And the steps are covered over
Where I helped you set your feet;
Yet I know you remember,
And a warm breeze from the South
Wakes those ways to lasting summer,
Where I kissed you on the mouth.
Tears of parting turn to laughter,
And the weary, dreary miles,
In the memory of life’s May-time,
Turn to winsome, wistful smiles;
And out hearts shall know no winter,
And our spirits know no drouth;
Life is all of it worth living
Since I kissed you on the mouth.