I wonder if now you smile, somewhere far far away,
And the world is warm, and waves on murmuring shores play,
Children laugh, lovers kiss, and the sweetest things mothers
say,
And black nights lie defeated, by the golden purple dawn
of day.
But as tomorrow recedes, day by day, and drink by drink,
I cannot but help, but of my lovely lost love think,
And through bleary eyes and the haze of smoke filled
rooms,
An insipid today passes, and a vacuous tomorrow looms.
