COMPANIONSHIP. 



The Carnival is past. 



The grand procession of illustrious knights 

 And stately dames, and all that dazzling throng, 

 In mimic dress and motley garb, are gone. 

 But in my heart a silent, yet more gay 

 Procession still keeps trooping by of sweet 

 And happy mem ries lighted by the glow, 

 And gracious charm of your entrancing smile, 

 And keeping step to the soft melody 

 Of your remembered words. These memories, 

 Dear heart, are thoughts of you, which fill my soul 

 With an intenser joy than all that rare 

 And brilliant scene, and make my daily life 

 One Carnival. 



