When the Lights are Low

By Gerald M. Lane

When twilight falls on the dim old walls
And day is past and done;
As we sit and dream in the fading gleam,
Come mem’ries one by one.
Old friends known in the years long gone
In fancy greet us still;
And voices dear that we long to hear,
The silence seem to fill.

Just when the day is over,
Just when the lights are low,
Back to the heart returneth
Life’s golden long age.
Far, far away we wander,
Watching the firelight gleams
Far, far away from the world’s shadows gray
Into the land of dreams.

With distant sounds in the streets around
The throng goes surging by,
But far away in dreams we stray,
Where verdant meadows lie.
There once more, as in days of yore,
To roam each well-known way;
Til lover all night’s shadows fall,
And dreamland fades away.


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