John Jeffreys - An Old Desire

I searched thro' memory's lumber-room
And there I found an old desire
I took it gently from the gloom
To cherish by my scanty fire

And all the night a sweet-voiced one
Sang of the place my loves abide
'Til Earth leaned over from the dawn
And hid the last star in her side

And often since, when most alone
I ponder on my old desire
But never hear the sweet-voiced one
And there are ruins in my fire