The sea moans and the stars are bright,
The leave lisp'neath a rolling moon.
I shut my eyes against the night
And make believe the time is june
The june that left us over-soon.

This is the path and this is the place
We sat and watched the moving sea,
And I the moonlight on your face.
We were not happy woe is me,
Happiness is but memory !

It seemeth, now that you are gone,
My heart a measured pain doth keep :
Are you now, as I am, alone ?
Do you make merry, do you weep ?
In whose arms are you now asleep ?