When the sun sets,
And I am tired of work and fall asleep,
And may no longer weep
For any old regrets,
Haply I still shall dream of what was best
On earth, and so have heaven in happy rest.
And surely then
My wistful feet shall often find a way,
Unlit of any day,
Back to this world of men--
Back through the shadowy land of dreams, afar
To this dear world where you that love me are.
Until, at last,
Your day is ended also, and you pace
That same dim land, and trace
My footprints where I passed,
And follow them and meet me dreaming through
The heavenward way once more to earth and you.