EACH time we meet, my dear, I fancy you,
  A maiden both familiar and strange,
For still I see a girl I never knew
  And see my own dear love without a change ;
And while young love is born within my heart,
  As on his birthday half a year ago,
I mourn that we are kept so long apart.
  And welcome joyfully the love I know.
As when a rover under foreign skies
  From some clear hill beholds a smiling plain.
And long-forgotten meadows meet his eyes.
  And memory awakens in his brain,
And suddenly he sees with glad surprise
  The open doorway of his home again.