The day is gone beyond recall And night has come to keep, Her vigil in the quietudes, And hidden fields of sleep. Ah, what awaits us in those fields, ‘Ere we again shall wake, What memories may our dreams enrich When there our way we take. Memories maybe, of childhood’s days, And what we used to do - The castles by the sea we built, The crazy things we drew. And memories, too of other years, Of youth and youth’s romance, When all the world an Eden seemed Of, laughter,song and dance.