Seven Tears

To join the ages they have gone,
Those seven years, —
Receding as the months roll on;
Yet very oft my fancy hears
Your voice, — 'twas music to my ears
Those seven years.

Scant the shadow and high the sun
Those seven years;
Can hearts be one, then ours were one,
One for laughter and one for tears,
Knit together in hopes and fears,
Those seven years.

How, perchance, do they seem to you,
Those seven years,
Spirit-free in the wider blue?
When Time in Eternity disappears,
What if all you have learn'd but the more endears
Those seven years?