I hear no more the heavy silence,
Of an empty room,
Nor stare into the utter blackness,
Of a long sealed tomb.
Nor feel the ****** of icy rain,
In a winters midst.
Not since the very moment,
That I was first kissed.
By waves of simple melody,
From lips that spoke so true.
And by sunbeams that were yielded,
From eyes of deepest blue,
And by love's wind that aided,
The hope to lift the mist,
To reveal the very moment,
That I was first kissed.