Only we two, dear... and the candlelight,
Seems to be softer than it was before,
Country and city, vivid dream lands, war--
Dear, they are very far from us to-night!
Woven of promise from life's golden loom,
Pale threads of light have bound us heart to heart;
Laughter and sorrow--they are things apart--
ALL OF OUR WORLD IS IN THIS LITTLE ROOM.
Outside the branches sway, and winter weather
Sweeps, with a cry of triumph, through the land
Dear, it is springtime, when you touch my hand--
Only we two, and magic, here together!