In the Distance

In the distance, O my lady,
Will the primrose buds come peeping
Quite as bright beneath the tree?

And the brook sing in its leaping
As they do for you and me?

O my darling, O my daisy,
In the days that are to be,
In the distance dim and hazy
With its lights far out at sea;
When you're tall and fair and stately,
Will you ever care for me?
Will you prize my coming greatly
As you did when you were three?