How does, in glowing nights, the wildest heart be reined?
A gaze of pure delight turns to two blue eyes unfeigned
And in a sense, so innocent, a friendship lost in time
Begins a play where end of days shan’t end a love obtained.
Nor end of nights where starry sights strung hearts of glass on strings
Could erase the past, for it’s been cast—into two souls entwined.
And with high hopes on pedestals angels ranged voices sang
But now as soaking clothes and telephones their songs in my ears ring.
O’ er mem’ries old and deserts cold my poor wild heart has reigned.