Alexander Anderson

1845-1909 / Scotland

Annie

O! just to see you again, Annie,
To walk with your hand in mine;
To stand by your side and look, Annie,
Into those eyes of thine—
Into the thoughts and the depths of those eyes,
As I did two years ago,
When we stood by the old gray tower, Annie,
With the woods and the fields below.
But the wish sinks away as it forms, Annie;
Only from over the sea,
When the twilight is coming down, Annie,
You are singing that song to me—
Singing that song, and the dear old words,
Like the incense of angels rise,
And their music is in my heart, Annie,
While the tears are in my eyes.
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