Sometimes, when stillness drifts upon thy heart,
A stillness filled with music of thy thought,
And thou dost in thy silence sit apart,
To hold the cord thy inner self hath caught,—
Be time and space no bar 'twixt thee and me,—
Thou knowest that I am remembering thee.

When thou dost dream a breath upon thy brow,
And dream 't was slumber touched thy fingertips,—
Be that the kiss that I would give thee now,
Too calm for lovers,—deep for childish lips;
The seal of truth that lies 'twixt thee and me,—
Thou knowest that I am remembering thee.

When thou shalt feel a blessing on thy way,
That lifts into the light, above earth's care;
May it be mine to crown thy perfect day;
Know, I have asked it, dearest, in my prayer,
For love and truth keep watch 'twixt thee and me,—
Thou knowest that I am remembering thee.