So Many Days That Keep Us Still Apart? Ah, Canst Thou Live Upon Remembered Smiles, And Ask No Warmer Comfort For Thy Heart? I Call Thy Name Right Up Into The Sky, Dear Name, O Surely She Shall Hear And Hark! Nay, Though I Toss It Singing Up So High, It Drops Again, Like Yon Returning Lark. O Be A Dove, Dear Name, And Find Her Breast, There Croon And Croodle All The Lonely Day; Go Tell Her That I Love Her Still The Best, So Many Days, So Many Miles, Away.