L’Envoi
Only we two, dear... and the candlelight,
Seems to be softer than it was before,
Country and city, vivid dream lands, war—
Dear, they are very far from us to-night!
Woven of promise from life’s golden loom,
Pale threads of light have bound us heart to heart;
Laughter and sorrow—they are things apart—
ALL OF OUR WORLD IS IN THIS LITTLE ROOM.
Outside the branches sway, and winter weather
Sweeps, with a cry of triumph, through the land
Dear, it is springtime, when you touch my hand—
Only we two, and magic, here together!