When the land was white with moonlight

E. Nevin

When the land was white with moonlight

And the air was sweet with May,

I was so glad that Love would last

For ever and a day,

When the land was white with moonlight,

And the air was sweet with May.

Now the land is white with Winter,

And the dead Love laid away,

I am so glad Life cannot last

For ever and a day.