My Queen

Annie - Oh! what a weary while     It seems since that sad day;     When whispering a fond "good bye,"     I tore myself away.     And yet, 'tis only two short years;     How has it seemed to thee?     To me, those lonesome years appear     Like an eternity.     We loved, - Ah, me! how much we loved;     How happy passed the day     When pouring forth enraptured vows,     The charmed hours passed away.     In every leaf we beauty saw, -     In every song and sound,     Some sweet entrancing melody,     To soothe our hearts we found.     And now it haunts me as a dream, -     A thing that could not be! -     That one so pure and beautiful     Could ever care for me.     But I still have the nut-brown curl,     Which tells me it is true;     And in my fancy I can see     The brow where once it grew.     Those eyes, whose pensive, loving light,     Did thrill me through and through:     Still follow me by day and night,     As they were wont to do.     Thy smile still haunts me, and thy voice,     At times I seem to hear;     And when the scented zephyrs pass     I fancy thou art near.     'Twill not be long, dear heart, (although     It will seem long to me;)     Until I clasp thee once again;     To part no more from thee.     Though storms may roar, and oceans rage     And furies vent their spleen; -     There's naught shall keep me from my love;     My beautiful; - my queen!