A Ballad

I dream all night, and I dream all day,

     Of a heart that waits for me;

Of a heart divine which shall be mine,

     Whenever that time shall be.

For somewhere in this great wide world,

     There waits a heart for me;

A heart of gold which mine shall hold,

     Whenever that time shall be.

And I dream and dream the whole day long,

     Of a face that mine shall be;

Of a fair young face of girlish grace,

     Which someday I shall see,

And I will know her instantly,

And she, she will know me;

And we shall meet in an embrace sweet,

     Whenever that time shall be.

Feb. 9, ‘95

Pub. in

Boston Courier,

Feb. 17, 1895