My Little Love Of Long Ago

My little love of long ago (How gwiftly fly the tired years!), She told me solemnly and low Of all her hopes and nll hor fears. Sho fenred the dangera of the way, The slrivin'g and he workaday That waited fnieross the sea, The loneliness oí missing me. She never doubted me - ah, no, My little lovo of lonjf ago! For she hnd faith in everything (How swiftly fly the tired hours!), A heart fhat could not help bnt sing And blossomed out amid the flowera. lly loving was its best refrain, My leaving was its saddest pain. She sobbed it all upon my knee, The loneliness of missing me. I ldpsed and comforted her eo, My little love of long ago. My little love of long ago (How sm-iftly fly the tired days!), Bv.ch little feet to stumble slow Along the darkest of life's ways, While time and distance and the sea, Or my poor, earelees heart maybe, Could not have told from spring to spring Why we long went awaiideringl Saddest of all is not to know My little love of long aso.