To Miss Amelia Evans
[from] Two Favorite Ballads. 
Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still.
Day and Night, I Thought of Her.

"Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still" (1860)
[Words by J. E. Carpenter]
Composed by William Thomas Wrighton, 1816-1880

Cincinnati: A.C. Peters & Bro., No. 94, West Fourth Str., 
  opposite the Post Office
  Successors to W. C. Peters & Sons.
St. Louis, MO: J. L Peters & Bro.
Ehrgott, Forbriger & Co., Lith. Cin. O.
[Source: 088/069@Levy]

1. ’Tis years since last we met, 
And we may not meet  again; 
I have struggled to forget, 
But the struggle was in vain; 
For her voice lives on the breeze, 
And her spirit comes at will; 
In the midnight, on the seas, 
Her bright smile haunts me still! 
For her voice lives on the breeze, 
And her spirit comes at will; 
In the midnight, on the seas, 
Her bright smile haunts me still. 

2. As the first sweet dawn of light, 
When I gaze upon the deep, 
Her form still greets my sight, 
While the stars their vigils keep; 
When I close mine aching eyes, 
Sweet dreams my senses fill; 
And from sleep when I arise, 
Her bright smile haunts me still! 
When I close mine aching eyes, 
Sweet dreams my senses fill; 
And from sleep when I arise, 
Her bright smile haunts me still. 

3. I have sail’d ’neath alien skies, 
I have trod the desert path, 
I have seen the storm arise, 
Like a giant in his wrath; 
Ev’ry danger I have known, 
That a reckless life can fill; 
Yet her presence is not flown, 
Her bright smile haunts me still! 
Ev’ry danger I have known, 
That a reckless life can fill; 
Yet her presence is not flown, 
Her bright smile haunts me still.