When morning shows her first faint flush, br I think of the tender blush br That crept so gently to your cheek br When first my love I dared to speak; br How, in your glance, a dawning ray br Gave promise of love's perfect day. br br When, in the ardent breath of noon, br The roses with passion swoon; br There steals upon me from the air br The scent that lurked within your hair; br I touch your hand, I clasp your form — br Again your lips are close and warm. br br When comes the night with beauteous skies, br I think of your tear-dimmed eyes, br Their mute entreaty that I stay, br Although your lips sent me away; br And then falls memory's bitter blight, br And dark — so dark becomes the night.