How many loved your moments of glad grace And loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Stephen kissed me in the springRobin in the fallBut Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephens kiss was lost in jestRobins lost in playBut the kiss in Colins eyesHaunts me night and day.

Hold fast to dreamsfor if dreams dielife is a broken-winged birdthat can not fly.Hold fast to dreamsfor when dreams golife is a barren fieldfrozen with snow.