(THE WIFE SPEAKS.)

Can you recall the life we led
Before our meeting-day,
The day that we were wed
As I may say?
I often do,
And wish I knew
If it is the same with you.
I was not sad, I was not gay,
It was my lifetime clad in grey:
A continuous December,
As I remember,
Looking out for Christmas-day,
Like a child for cakes and play,
With my brother,
And my mother,
And my sisters in a row:
We were sheltered from the snow,
I was happy in a way,
Before that blessed waking day,
But now my life's bound up with thine,
You're my perennial cakes and wine.