Love me for the day of days
When your eyes first saw me
In the happy morning time
With the world before thee.
Love me for the golden dream,
Not for mortal living,
For the little word that grieved,
And the sweet forgiving.
Love me for the empty room
That I leave behind me,
Love me for the face that's gone
And the tears that blind thee.
Love me for the years we knew,
The sadness and the laughter;
Love me with the broken heart
And the silence after.