Annie - Oh! What A Weary While It Seems Since That Sad Day; When Whispering A Fond "Good Bye," I Tore Myself Away. And Yet, 'Tis Only Two Short Years; How Has It Seemed To Thee? To Me, Those Lonesome Years Appear Like An Eternity. We Loved, - Ah, Me! How Much We Loved; How Happy Passed The Day When Pouring Forth Enraptured Vows, The Charmed Hours Passed Away. In Every Leaf We Beauty Saw, - In Every Song And Sound, Some Sweet Entrancing Melody, To Soothe Our Hearts We Found. And Now It Haunts Me As A Dream, - A Thing That Could Not Be! - That One So Pure And Beautiful Could Ever Care For Me. But I Still Have The Nut-Brown Curl, Which Tells Me It Is True; And In My Fancy I Can See The Brow Where Once It Grew. Those Eyes, Whose Pensive, Loving Light, Did Thrill Me Through And Through: Still Follow Me By Day And Night, As They Were Wont To Do. Thy Smile Still Haunts Me, And Thy Voice, At Times I Seem To Hear; And When The Scented Zephyrs Pass I Fancy Thou Art Near. 'Twill Not Be Long, Dear Heart, (Although It Will Seem Long To Me;) Until I Clasp Thee Once Again; To Part No More From Thee. Though Storms May Roar, And Oceans Rage And Furies Vent Their Spleen; - There'S Naught Shall Keep Me From My Love; My Beautiful; - My Queen!