J. Ashby Sterry
Regrets
I.
O
for the look of those pure grey eyes—
Seeming to plead and speak—
The parted lips and the deep-drawn sighs,
The blush on the kissen cheek!
II.
O for the tangle of soft brown hair,
Lazily blown by the breeze;
The fleeting hours unshadowed by care,
Shaded by tremulous trees!
III.
O for the dream of those sunny days,
With their bright unbroken spell,
And the thrilling sweet untutored praise—
From the lips once loved so well!
IV.
O for the feeling of days agone,
The simple faith and the truth,
The spring of time and life’s rosy dawn—
O for the love and the youth!