There is no one in the streets,The town stands silent,Waiting for a sound,Waiting.The buildings loom overhead,A vine grows up on one wall.The sky is blue,And puffy clouds drift over it.It's completelySilent.
The land eventually comes to an end.The sea is beyond it.If you look far enough,You'll find the placeWhere beauty surrounds you.And soon,You'll be enveloped by blue,Everywhere you look,Just blue.You are where the sea meets the sky.
I'm a far away friend.I try to be good.My love to you I send.I try harder than I should.But at least I try.At least I care.My dear, don't cry.I'll be there,I'll be there.
Little shadows, little shadowsDancing on the chamber wall,While I sit beside the hearthstoneWhere the red flames rise and fall.Caps and nightgowns, caps and nightgowns,My three antic shadows wear;And no sound they make in playing,For the six small feet are bare.Dancing gayly, dancing gayly,To and fro all together,Like a family of daisiesBlown about in windy weather;Nimble fairies, nimble fairies,Playing pranks in the warm glow,While I sing the nursery dittiesChildish phantoms love and know.
Believe me, this was true last night,Tho' it is false to-day.-- A.M.F. Robinson.A fair dream to my chamber flew:Such a crowd of folk that stirred,Jested, fluttered; only you,You alone of all that band,Calm and silent, spake no word.Only once you neared my place,And your hand one moment's spaceSought the fingers of my hand;Your eyes flashed to mine; I knewAll was well between us two.On from dream to dream I past,But the first sweet vision castMystic radiance o'er the last.