Somehow , but God knows how, we'll meet again,
You'll see the firelight on the pane,
Knock at the door, call " Come, my dear. "
You'll hear the bolt drawn, — " You, love, here? "
And answer, " Yes — no partings now,
For all things have come right somehow. "

Somewhere beyond the furthest, western sea,
My boat will reach a sun-washed quay,
White birds, brown sails, a topaz sky,
Your smile of welcome. You and I
Together with all time to spare,
A brave new shining world — somewhere!

Sometime . . . but now, how long we have to wait,
Gray hair, deaf ears, slow feeble gait,
The dull monotony of age,
The book of life spelt page by page
Till sight fails, hope fails, then sublime
The great surprise of death — sometime!