Parted Love

When we parted in our youth,Parted not to meet again,Did you doubt my love or truth,Doubt my passion or my pain?

Have you never on your breastFelt my kisses as of yore,And awaked from blissful restTo be sadder evermore?

Through the long and weary yearsHave you never felt my handBrush away the bitter tearsDuty, will, could not command?

Love, I doubt you not, and youSurely feel my presence near,Through the years have I been true,Through the years have you been dear.