Convalescent

How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?

Love has run and left me, oh, what then?

Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping

What if I should meet Love, once again?



What if I met him, walking on the highway?

Let him see how lightly I should care

He'd travel his way, I would follow my way

Hum a little song, and pass him there



What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes

He should seek my doorstep, pale with need?

There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes

Let him stop his noise, and let me read



Oh, but I'm gay, that's better off without him

Would he'd come and see me, laughing here

Lord! Don't I know I'd have my arms about him

Crying to him, "Oh, come in, my dear!"