In the Garden

I long to see you again
It seems so long
Where have you been

I wish you were here with me
To see the flowers bloom
In the Garden is where we should be

I learned to smile when I met you
You made me laugh with joy
Now what am I to do?

Return to me soon
My dear sweet darling
I will look for you at noon

I will wait as long as I must
But we only shall meet in eternity
For all men return to dust

                          ~ Archibald Craven  to Lilias his deceased wife