'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!