'Tis years since last we met,
And we may not meet again;
I have struggled to forget,
But the struggle was in vain,
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will;
In the midnight on the seas,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will;
In the midnight on the seas,
Her bright smile haunts me still.

At the first sweet dawn of light,
When I gaze upon the deep,
Her form still greets my sight,
While the stars their vigils keep.
When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And from sleep when I arise
Her bright smile haunts me still!

I've sailed 'neath alien skies,
I have trod the desert path,
I have seen the storm arise
Like a giant in his wrath.
Ev'ry danger I have known
That a reckless life can fill,
Yet her presence is not flown;
Her bright smile haunts me still!

From Roll and Go by Joanna Carver Colcord (1924)