Seven long years have gone by, Scattered on the wind, Fortunes made and squandered, Ardour's beacon growing dim. Seven long years have now past Neither glimpse nor word Of the j**el that vanished Though the case lay undisturbed. Seven long years have I spent Trying to forget, But no man can banish Heaven he has sought and met. Through the trials and the tears Still I cannot learn, Ever hopeless dreaming Perhaps some day you will return.