Are laughing in the fullness of their joy;
When glad-eyed women folk, when wives and mothers,
Are welcoming some other bronze-cheeked boy.
You come to me, all silent, in the gloaming,
A shadow form, with curly shadow hair --
And, dear, I somehow feel that you are roaming
Between two shadow worlds -- the Here and There. 

They ask me, do those others, why I wander
Down dewy lanes, alone, at eventide --
They do not know my heart's a shadow -- yonder.  .  .
They do not know that part of me has died.
They do not know that your dear presence stands
Just out of reach with misty, wide-flung hands! 

L'ENVOI 

Only we two, dear .  .  .  and the candlelight,
Seems to be softer than it was before,
Country and city, vivid dream lands, war --