Twenty years go by on noiseless feet,
He returns, and once again they meet,
She exclaims, 'Good heavens! and is that he?'
He mutters, 'My God! and that is she!'
More verses by James Weldon Johnson
- From The Spanish Of Placido
- Deep In The Quiet Wood
- Beauty That Is Never Old
- Fifty Years (1863-1913)
- And The Greatest Of These Is War