By Luis G. Dato
I met and then forgot her
With unremembered things,
And thoughts if love could utter
Once more its murmurings,
Another one, and not her,
Could wake the muted strings.
The years had passed long after
That sweet romance and free,
Kind years that seemed to waft her
From painful memory,
For she brought tears and laughter
And sorrow, too, for me.
I thought the pain and yearning
Had gone away from mind,
And cold the bosom burning
With passion unresigned,
Till I saw her returning
With Love and Spring behind.
