Often in the silent watches
When around me all is still,
It is then my thoughts go drifting,
Far away o'er vale and hill.
Mem'ries that will ever linger
Often shares my company,
Midst the old familiar places
Where I once was young and free.
Friends long vanished, high hopes shattered
Both on land and ocean deep,
Love and laughter mixed with sadness
I encounter ere I sleep.
By the silvery moonlit water
Where is heard the lone loon's cry,
There in fancy long I linger
'Til another day draws nigh.
What at last my journey's ended,
And through weariness I sleep,
Then again in dreams I wander,
And another tryst keep.
May, 1948
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