My Romance

If it so befalls that the midnight hovers     In mist no moonlight breaks,     The leagues of the years my spirit covers,     And my self myself forsakes.     And I live in a land of stars and flowers,     White cliffs by a silvery sea;     And the pearly points of her opal towers     From the mountains beckon me.     And I think that I know that I hear her calling     From a casement bathed with light -     Through music of waters in waters falling     Mid palms from a mountain height.     And I feel that I think my love's awaited     By the romance of her charms;     That her feet are early and mine belated     In a world that chains my arms.     But I break my chains and the rest is easy -     In the shadow of the rose,     Snow-white, that blooms in her garden breezy,     We meet and no one knows.     And we dream sweet dreams and kiss sweet kisses;     The world - it may live or die!     The world that forgets; that never misses     The life that has long gone by.     We speak old vows that have long been spoken;     And weep a long-gone woe:     For you must know our hearts were broken     Hundreds of years ago.