Cross Roads

TO DREAM ALONE....

     How long the days may seem, how long each night,
        (And yet, how short the evenings used to be!)
        How strange it is that I can never see,
     Warm pictures in the hearth that glows so bright.
     We used to watch the laughing firelight,
        And build dream castles in it—Ah, but we
        Built castles everywhere!  And now the sea
     Is swept between us.  You have gone to fight.

     And I—I wait and try to dream alone,
        And try to smile, to dance and laugh and sing;
        And, somehow, cannot think of anything,
     But just the thrilling roughness of your tone,
        The light that lights your eyes, your lips that
           cling,
     And love—the flame of love that we have known!