The West a glimmering lake of light, br A dream of pearly weather, br The first of stars is burning white - br The star we watch together. br Is April dead? The unresting year br Will shape us our September, br And April's work is done, my dear - br Do you not remember? br br O gracious eve! O happy star, br Still-flashing, glowing, sinking! - br Who lives of lovers near or far br So glad as I in thinking? br The gallant world is warm and green, br For May fulfils November. br When lights and leaves and loves have been, br Sweet, will you remember? br br O star benignant and serene, br I take the good to-morrow, br That fills from verge to verge my dream, br With all its joy and sorrow! br The old, sweet spell is unforgot br That turns to June December; br And, tho' the world remembered not, br Love, we would remember.