"It was 'Love's Young Dream'—ah! yes, mayhap—But I thrill to its memories tender."
Between the Leaves.
Oh! the day was bright, and the world seemed young, And my heart was a youthful rover; When we wandered between the alder rows, 'Mong the fragrant rose-red clover.
How fair she was! oh! ravishing dream, Which set my soul all a-quiver, The day we walked 'mid the clover blooms, That grew on the path to the river.
It was "Love's Young Dream"—ah! yes, mayhap— But I thrill to its memories tender, And know that all of life's other dreams For this I would gladly surrender.
Her rose-red lips and her azure eyes, Her tones of unconscious caressing; Her dear little hand clasped close in mine, Seemed each love's sweetness confessing.
And it all comes back as I turn the page And gaze at this four-leaf clover— Safe pressed—oh! Love, I would die content Could we live that dead day over.
