If It So Befalls That The Midnight Hovers In Mist No Moonlight Breaks, The Leagues Of The Years My Spirit Covers, And My Self Myself Forsakes. And I Live In A Land Of Stars And Flowers, White Cliffs By A Silvery Sea; And The Pearly Points Of Her Opal Towers From The Mountains Beckon Me. And I Think That I Know That I Hear Her Calling From A Casement Bathed With Light Through Music Of Waters In Waters Falling Mid Palms From A Mountain Height. And I Feel That I Think My Love'S Awaited By The Romance Of Her Charms; That Her Feet Are Early And Mine Belated In A World That Chains My Arms. But I Break My Chains And The Rest Is Easy In The Shadow Of The Rose, Snow-White, That Blooms In Her Garden Breezy, We Meet And No One Knows. And We Dream Sweet Dreams And Kiss Sweet Kisses; The World It May Live Or Die! The World That Forgets; That Never Misses The Life That Has Long Gone By. We Speak Old Vows That Have Long Been Spoken; And Weep A Long-Gone Woe: For You Must Know Our Hearts Were Broken Hundreds Of Years Ago.